standing calmly at the crossroads..

no desire to run...

there's no hurry anymore.. when all is said and done...

birds of passage you and me.. we fly instinctively...

when the summer's over and the dark clouds hide the sun

neither you nor i'm to blame when all is said and done...

neither you nor i'm to blame when all is said and done...

thanks abba... and even though many people might not... thanks pierce...