All of these moments cling to each other

Just like a small boy clutches his mother

Maybe one day they'll go their own way


I keep linking the daisies into chains

I keep blinking to see if it all looks the same

Maybe one day they'll got their own way


CHORUS

Clouds form and disperse in the summer sky

Clouds form and disperse and I don't know why


Nothing moves in a straight line, all these roads are not Roman

And the ruler rods of time are not fixed or frozen

Maybe one day they'll go their own way


I keep linking the daisies into chains

I keep blinking to see if it all looks the same

Maybe one day they'll go their own way


CHORUS


All of these moments cling to each other

Just like a small boy clutches his mother

Maybe one day they'll go their own way


CHORUS