oh my lucky number's been rolling all summer 

and when the sun shines, i celebrate 

the beauty in life - it's my duty in life 

'cause the rhythm of change 

will carry on beating 

i'll take these blue skies, however fleeting 

it might be too late tomorrow... 



sometimes i get into it 

but others, i can't stand the waiting - 

freetime 



so long afternoons would go up in balloons 

as we killed our time just watching it die 

your father, my son, he'd turn in his urn 



and sometimes i get into it 

but others, i can't stand to waste it - 

freetime 



allowing for some change, i'll carry on mundane 

around the corner, await simple pleasures 

my beautiful wife in her beautiful life 



to the rhythm of change we'll carry on walking 

the hills of glenrosa stand in our future 

there's beauty in life 

yes there's beauty in life