A summer of John Wayne getting older, reel after reel,
And playing old soldiers with old wounds, you know how
That feels.
And a summer of searching the underworld, an arrow in
My heel,
And the winding down of days,
And the speeding up of time wont change.
But I know you say nothing good lasts forever.
Some things burn bright, but burn themselves out to
Embers.
And these weather conversations and small talk, steal
My hours away, and I gave away my best to strangers day
After day,
And the winding down of days,
And the speeding up of time wont change.
But I know you say nothing good lasts forever.
Some things burn bright, but burn themselves out to
Embers.
Your love is a cold, cold place my dear
The seasons change those ghosts appear
And every sound is an echo of yesterday.
And suddenly I fall through the cracks in time
And Im standing here with your hand in mine
And I turn around to see you theres no one there.
But I know you say nothing good lasts forever.
You will forget but I will always remember, the time.