This town that I'm from, like a many other town
maybe a town your from, it doesn't have the...
There once was a man down on his luck
he held the future in his hands, but in the past...
Thoughts are once again blowing,
in the decadence of nothing...
Times endless gage, quells and retracts
mortals we are, able only too subtract...
The rest of my days, will be just another followed...
the wind of the days Cascades and erodes me...
Sit down ever so forlorn.
spine aches,gourmet bakes...
Whisper your song till the end.
drive me around that golden bend...
How very much I have loved you.
How I tried, my best too give you the good life...
Old house, with old objects.
Like a hideaway...
Everything we passed through.
Everything we saw...
The sun will rise one last time.
Too the top of cliff plateau I have climbed...
The whispers are getting louder,
The whispers are getting louder...