Lyrics

Pictures of make believe out by the fire
Of a woman's face nobody's seen
Actors and accolades no more prevail
Just a memory that's fading each day

It's a winding road until we all grow old
No one can carry you unless you get lucky
You will stand on your own feet

Holidays serve to remind us be grateful
for the families and friends that we've made
Don't get caught up in the sellers and fables
It's not the presents but memories we save
yeah we save them

It's a winding road until we all grow old
No one can carry you unless you get lucky
You will stand on your own feet

This is the time to be free
No one can give it to you now
Won't you think really hard cause it's a winding road
Until we all grow old
It's a winding road
Until we all grow old