Just a little story of the times A hobo goin' looking for his life And knowing almost every night He'll never find one 'Cause he's making the same old mistake And looking while he's not awake Searching the lines with the mind That's he's out of And see the groom that just got told That he's been left out in the cold 'Cause she said she had seeds to sow Said she needs some time to grow Goin' Soul-searching Cause it's our time And we'll use it any way we want to Why should we wait For things we want in life When we can just go out and find them And stop dreaming our lives away Just a little story of the times People on a mission or a climb Looking around and taking in what is out there It might come to them in a wave or a splash But just a little something makes them act So they stop, to realise what they've been missing See the man as he dies in bed Starts to thinking he's never lived