Travelling down a dirty road
  
   Covered with moss
   And see the grey stones
   Green as luscious fields in sight
   A dark moonlight night
   When the past flashes by
   Coming down from heaven like a falling star
   That you wish upon
  
   Isn’t it a struggle
  
   To find a good friend?
   Isn’t it a struggle
   To have to defend?
   Isn’t it a struggle
   You have to take that chance to lend a hand
   Well I’m travelling down a dirty road
   Clearing up all that’s known
  
   A misty occurrence happens all the time
  
   Around every corner a brighter day lies
   Loads of mercy, beauty beholds
   An eye for a partner as good, as good as gold
   Green as luscious fields in sight
   A dark moonlight night
   When the past flashes by
   Coming down from heaven like a falling star
   That you wish upon