Out through the foggy window there

just to see the eyes of my future children 

looking back at me 

back through the foggy window

on and on

miles pass years turn over

on and on

there from that rolled down window 

ponies run free cradled protectively

there in the greenery somewhere

I keep this picture 

on and on

miles pass years turn over 

on and on 

for all the roads we've travelled 

and all the bridges burned 

I was thinking out loud the ways of the world 

that all seem so constant 

how few of the lessons we really have learned. 

out through the foggy window frozen in frame 

capturing passing pictures life's lastrefrain, 

memories ashes scatter 

on and on 

miles pass years turn over 

on and on.