To lose oneself forever in the afterglow of life To wander over aimless paths down times that pa** on by That lead you into yesterday then quickly disappear Through windowpanes of happiness my new life now appears I feel fine with the good life Reflecting on the places I have been To realize that the good life Is not something that I do but what I am Goodnight Lord I'm off the boat again I'm feeling like myself before a hundred thousand men Without a care or worry I confront the weathered crew I tell them all your sweet love story when they ask what they can do Heed yourself to the far away roar The Lion won't wait long He holds the very breath of life And sings the sweetest song He grants to all that serve Him The power of His domain If by chance He calls you Hold fast to the golden mane