From the coast of gold, across the seven seas,
I'm traveling on, far and wide,
But now it only seems, I'm just a stranger to myself,
And all the these things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else.
I close my eyes, I think of home,
Another city goes by, in the night,
Ain't it funny how it seems, you never miss it til it's gone away,
And my heart is lying there and will be til my dying day.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up, make your stand,
And realize we're living in the golden years.