There are no bridges left to cross
Nor any mountains left to climb
It’s too late now to pitch and toss
Because we have run out of time.
There is no point in looking back
The curtains drawn, the page is blank
The horse got spooked and left the track
And no one’s here we need to thank.
We have no reason now to try
I cannot ask the how and when
Believe that love just passed us by
And will not come this way again !