A day that once goes down by the bay,
Doesn’t come back no matter what we say
For the hours that went by in them
Never quite really remain the same
The good memories that live on in each one
Reminds us that perhaps we might have won
And then the next day comes on
And reminds us that we must move on,
The moment that’s here, soon will be gone
It’s not in the memories that we should live on,
And just like every will has it’s way,
Every night will have it’s day.
Because every time the sun goes down,
Along with it, always comes a new dawn.