space collidedAnd here we are, here we areI know that you don't understandAnd i can't explainBut circumstance conspired /And here we are, here we are'the time is four nineteen...' /'time flies...''???''the answer is no...'And i know we can't turn back all the yearsTime reflected in a shade of grayBut i often wonder what could have beenAnd i still hold on to yesterdayAnd i know we're not children any moreInnocence lost in a sea of grayBut i often wonder what else could beAnd i still dream of running awaySo where do we beginAnd what else can we say?When the lines are all drawnWhat should we do today?