Lines In The Sand - Victor Lundberg, Leone

Some have a great look that covers the magazines

For kids who are seventeen

But I don’t know what to do

I’m staring into the blue sky

And just waiting for a sign

Some, they are certain

Of what awaits them

When it all ends

‘Cause I don’t know what will happen to me

Will I be remembered in this century?

Or will I be forgotten?

Like dust in the wind?

Or the talk of the town that we are living in?

Well I don’t know

I don’t know

How could I know what lies ahad of me?

Am I part of a grander master plan?

Will I b washed away like lines in the sand?

Some people they put their faith

Into someone who’s half their age

Reading from a torn out page

From a book filled with lies

But I don’t know what to do

I’m staring into the blue sky

And just waiting for a sign

Some, they are certain

Of what awaits them

When it all ends

But I don’t know what will happen to me

Will I be remembered in this century?

Or will I be forgotten?

Like dust in the wind?

Or the talk of the town that we are living in?

Well I don’t know

I don’t know

How could I know what lies ahead of me?

Am I part of a grander master plan?

Will I be washed away like (the) lines in the sand?

(Ooh-ah)

Eh, yeah, mmm, ah, yah

But I don’t know what will happen to me

Will I be a remembered in this century?

Or will I be forgotten?

Like dust in the wind?

Or the talk of the town that we are

That we are living in?

I don’t know what will happen to me

Will I be remembered in this century?

Or will I be forgotten?

Like dust in the wind?

Or the talk of the town that we are living in?

Well I don’t know

I don’t know

How could I know what lies ahead of me?

Am I part of a grander master plan?

Will I be washed away (just) like lines in the sand?