Lyrica 2

Driving in the valley on a cool afternoon
The mountains throw the lakes into shadow
As sun is beat down by silvery moon
I remember a dream of a meadow

Remember, your eyes closed, head on my shoulder
Your brown hair curling soft onto the grass
Feeling the breeze as the evening grew colder
I closed my eyes tight, knowing this should last

Standing at the gate
Each tear tearing at my heart
Watching silently the powers of
The world, tearing us apart

Sitting at the wheel, the evening grows colder
A breeze blows through the window and bites at my shoulder
A truck swerves at me, I get out of the way
This is the bleak progression of just another day