"There's nothing to it" and "stick to your last", Shown of all romance their life spans. The charm of novelty or adoring the past, No more among the also rans.
Through this old skylight our eyes are open wide, The sky bespangled in the rain. And we feel called upon but interests collide, Not much to lose, a lot to gain.
We're sparing no pain, we're launching a dream. It's blazing a trail When the rockets will gleam. We harness the air 'cause we let them fly, The town had turned out under this October sky. We harness the air and we let them fly Under this October sky.
