Upon my face I feel the sun I see the children play and run I hope they'll always stay that way As tomorrow turns to yesterday The trees are bending
your memory serves you well We were going to meet again and wait So I'm going to unpack all my things And sit before it gets too late No man alive will
It's the humming of the engines of the greyhound bus and trains That keeps your memory on my mind and here with me Many miles have come between us, cold
Crimson flames tied through my ears Throwin' high and mighty traps Countless fire and flaming road Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon,"