Once there were two
and then two more
and the glass figures walked their individual paths
Side by side they walked their individual paths

And soon
more came
there were small at first, but they grew
led at first, but soon they led.

And then came a crossroad
Two waved goodbye
We know the roads are not that far
They'll cross again some day.

And the joy there is
When another one joined
Someone who was on another road
but have joined this one.

There were others
but they're still small
Now led, maybe they'll lead in the future.

So the three walked.
And walked
And walked.
One was gazing at the countryside
and when that one turned back
the two were no more.

So now the one walks alone
down the road when no one goes
Calling to the two who're gone.
Calling
Calling
Calling.