There isn't much to gain By living all the same way The years just slip away But it's too late then to play If you live from day to day You can play the game your own way There's a million things to say In a million places For her it stays the same Though a million towers have tumbled And you can hear her pain Voiced in a distant rumble And when it starts to rain All your monoliths will crumble It's always been the same Don't you feel a little bit humble? She came up to me, she said: 'Wanna know a mistery? There's a whole wide world for you to see You're just a player in the game' Well I've nothing left to say Except take the time to ramble In a million different ways There's a million paths to travel And when there's something in the way Take your time please remember There's hope yet in the rain And a voice in distant thunder