I think they died and are in a sort of purgatory...
Anyone could see the road that they walk on is paved with gold
(leading to the gates of heaven, but they never make it there)
And It's always summer, They'll never get cold
They'll never get hungry, They'll never get old and gray
(They are gone so they don't feel. They'll never get old because they can't age)
You can see their shadows
Wandering off somewhere
(ghosts)
I think they died and are in a sort of purgatory...
Anyone could see the road that they walk on is paved with gold (leading to the gates of heaven, but they never make it there)
And It's always summer, They'll never get cold They'll never get hungry, They'll never get old and gray (They are gone so they don't feel. They'll never get old because they can't age)
You can see their shadows Wandering off somewhere (ghosts)