([Verse 1)] It’s remarkable how the hours gently flow, Like a quiet stream where the morning breezes blow. How a boy of eighteen, with the world inside his view, Stands upon the edge of a sky so bright and new. Every highway calling out a brand new name, Every distant horizon whispering the same. ([Chorus)] It’s remarkable, the way the world unfolds, In the quiet stories that the journey holds. To watch the miles turn to memories, step by step along the line, It’s remarkable… to see the way you shine. ([Verse 2)] And then fifty years go sweeping through the haze, Filled with unknown roads and a thousand golden days. Yet the heart stays young, though the chapters turn and grow, With a richer grace than the boy could ever know. Looking back across the valley where we’ve been, Wondering where the open road will lead again. ([Chorus)] It’s remarkable, the way the world unfolds, In the quiet stories that the journey holds. To watch the miles turn to memories, step by step along the line, It’s remarkable… to see the way you shine. (Bridge) Oh, eighteen brings the morning, full of wide-eyed wonderment, And fifty brings the evening, where the finest time is spent. Through every winding passage, every turn around the bend, The miracle of living never really has to end. ([Guitar / Strings Solo - Warm, lush orchestration]) ([Chorus)] It’s remarkable, the way the world unfolds, In the quiet stories that the journey holds. To watch the miles turn to memories, step by step along the line, It’s remarkable… to see the way you shine. ([Outro)] Yes, remarkable… Eighteen dreams or fifty years… Every road is beautiful from here. (Fade out on a soft, held orchestral note)
