People say that history is always on repeat
So why do I feel like this is all new?
I cannot foresee what is in front of me
I just put one foot in front of the other

I hope, I hope it’ll all come floating back
I hope, I hope that time won’t fill the gap

I'm young, teach me how to talk
I'm old, teach me how to walk
I'm sure we can make it work if only we try
I'm a bird, teach me how to fly
I'm a stone, teach me how to cry
We can just let time decide, at least for now

Over the hill and down through the valley
This is where we’re going

Figure leaning over me, pouring salt into the sea
While I sit just to watch the flowers grow
You may come again today, stare at me as if to say
Just put one foot in front of the other