Travelling down a dirty road 
Covered with moss 
And see the grey stones 
Green as luscious fields in sight 
A dark moonlight night 
When the past flashes by 
Coming down from heaven like a falling star 
That you wish upon 

Isn't it a struggle 
To find a good friend? 
Isn't it a struggle 
To have to defend? 
Isn't it a struggle 
You have to take that chance to lend a hand 
Well I'm travelling down a dirty road 
Clearing up all that's known 

A misty occurrence happens all the time 
Around every corner a brighter day lies 
Loads of mercy, beauty beholds 
An eye for a partner as good, as good as gold 
Green as luscious fields in sight 
A dark moonlight night 
When the past flashes by 
Coming down from heaven like a falling star 
That you wish upon