I’ll keep saying, All will be well

To find what I thought would finally feel like home. The city was shining, but now it’s grown dim, Yet I still keep my hope, though the chances are slim. But all will be well,That’s the story I sell. Even if the days don’t go my way, I’ll keep saying, all will be well. I longed for the magic, the rush of it all, but sometimes the echoes are louder than the call. Still, I keep walking, I won’t look back,The city’s a train, I’ll stay on the track. (fade out)