And up above me it's the same old sky. Be it blue or be it gray. And more do I wonder. What goes on behind. With every passing day, yeah. . The voice of reason is seldom heard. But fear and ign
Staring down these days ahead. And the days gone by. All these regrets. Best make room for love. . Seems we're always racing. With trouble too close behind. We may never win. But where there's
wonder of wonders our eyes behold. this scaffold of stars but look under for truth be told. we're leaving a scar on everything we've found. and we're going into town for one last round one last rou
Oh, it never fails, anytime I start. To speak my mind, I break her heart. Oh, it never fails. . Every time I feel my faith is strong. This doubt appears and steers me wrong. Oh, it never fails.
Well a bad day is when I'm up in the air. A better day is when I'm in repair. Like this it's always been. Oh but then again I seem to recall a time when. . The day ahead was an open book. For ev
So young, so young at the start. So strong that it left its mark. Upon our hearts, so young. La, la, la, la, la, mmm, hmm. . So strong, so strong we had no choice. We're pulled along by the anci
Pretty little cemetery on a summer's day. Walking with my family, stopping on the way. To read the epitaphs and wonder at the graves. Pretty little cemetery on a summer's day. . Pretty little mon