Everything comes and goes. marked by lovers and styles of clothes. things that you held high. and told yourself were true. lost or changing as the days come down to you.
Day after day. Miles and miles of railroad track. Night after night. Hummin' of the wheels. . Their hummin' seems to say. He'll follow you someday. But someday seems.
Come and take me by the hand. There's so much to be seen. The fields are dancing daisy bright. Hills are dappled green. . Winter wind has ceased her labor.