Once it seemed there would always be
A time for everything
Ages
Watery eyes of the last sighing seconds
Blue reflections mute and
Everyday there's someone asking
"What is there to do?"
Should I love
Got to take in what I can.
There is no time
Oh, I feel sympathy
Be grateful my son for what you
Hello, you straight laced lady
Dressed in white but your shoes
Well, the dawn was coming
Heard him ringing on my bell
He
Flying so high, trying to remember
How many cigarettes did I
In days of peace
Sweet smelling summer nights
Of wine and song
Dusty