If age or time should weary you
What would you find to remind you
Of trains we caught and buses we missed
Tickets we bought taking us through

The barrier to the escalator over the hill
Over the hill

In better(?) days I would hear your voice
Never a phrase to remind me
Of things we said and how we talked
Rushing ahead and stumbling through

The barrier to the escalator over the hill
Over the hill

You can't go back, I'm sorry
You can't go back, I'm sorry