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