Wasted hours among the dogwood flowers
The misty midnight smells of home
with hints of jasmine
Misspent youth, getting long in the tooth
I'm still rolling like a stone
Can you imagine?
Restless again, remember when
you said you'd meet me in the dark
at the station?
Engine moans, dulcet tones
With you beside me in the dawn
Sound of the surf, end of the earth,
I dig my toes into the sand.
A simple gesture.
Far from home, fate unknown
but if you'll take me by the hand
we'll go wester
We'll go wester,