And the paths to walk, The things we do The words we talk,
Falling back on old familiar ways,
The games we play, The yarn we spin, The cloth we make
Playing out the old familiar days
Like a well worn track Snaking thru our lives
Like a followed map marked with familiar lines
The days and the night Cards turning in the Dark + the light
repeating patterns very well defined
Falling back on old familiar times
Can be nice to know The words to say Places to go
following the old familiar signs
The moves to make The times to work The times to play
Rhythms of our old familiar times
Step in time beside your fellow man
harmonise together as you can
Fast and slow lead and follow,
Dancing out the measure of your plan
playing out your old familiar hand
Can be nice I know roads to walk paths to follow
So why again this old familiar ache
Why the grind, The heavy heart the troubled mind
the sorrow of the old familiar pain
Like the old mill stone grinding round and round
Like a timepiece slowly failing winding down
The cracks appear, The wear of time The weight of years
Faces lined, that old familiar frown
The old familiar burden bearing down