Well, I turned right on first, left on white oak. Back to my old neighborhood. I saw old Doc Randolph. He was mowing his yard. He's kept it up the best he could.
Funny thing about growing older is I start looking back. Over my shoulder and I start thinking that. Someone else I could have been if I'd done it differently.
Rain falls down on the desert sand. And the flowers cover the land. They've been waiting patiently. For the right raindrop to set them free. . Well ain't it just like love.
The magic of love, nobody knows how the trick is done. It's the sleight of hand, the woman and man, the power of one plus one. It takes two, it takes two.
I could count the minutes. I could count the days. What's the use in counting?. You're gonna go anyway. Always knew you could. . Be like the star in a western sky.
We're living in the golden age of pain. The golden age of pain. There's a wind blowing through my door. And it's never been this cold before. It's the golden age of pain.
Damn this wicked world. Damn I wish that heaven wasn't hidden like a pearl. Underneath the sea. I wish all the answers came more easily to me. Watching as my world spins out of control.
The curve of the earth tells me some things they won't be changing. The North Star, the dipper, the oceans and deserts. But over my shoulder everything's ashes and ruin.