(Gary Moore/Jack Bruce) Maybe the sun will keep on shining Maybe the stars fall from the skies Where there's a river flowing There is no way of knowing Where it goes, no one knows. Maybe the rain will go on falling Maybe the rain maountains touch the skies Where there's a cold wind blowing There is no way of knowing; where it goes, no one knows. Living alone in the city All of our dreams left behind In every life there are seasons of laughter and sorrow. Where in the world did our love go? Where did our dreams choose to hide? Where in the world did our love go? When did our dreams say goodbye? Living alone in the city All of our dreams left behind In every life there are seasons of laughter and sorrow. Where in the world did our love go? Where did our dreams choose to hide? Where in the world did our love go? When did our dreams say goodbye?