Lyrics

It’s coming on sunset.
It’s looking like Spring
The dark scars of Winter
are fading away.
The ice in my glass
makes a musical sound
the color of the whiskey
is like the sound going down.

the past tries to haunt me
again and again
the future’s what I worry on
between 3 and 5 AM
Is that the sound of a train?
or my life passing by
I’ve got the wind in the pines
I’ve got you by my side

tied to this rock
on a musical ride
we’ll try to take the truth
and make it rhyme
before we run out of time

Now we could go nowhere
faster on some other road
but we’ve been there before
and back without that much to show
as the rest of the world
is losing it’s mind
we’ll be making
our own sweet time
and try to make some peace
at least in our minds

they say that happiness
is a bird that wants to fly
but the heart’s like a cage
we try to keep it inside
some other fool’s fate
is not what I strive
just trying to find a way
that I can keep one moment alive

tied to this rock
on a mystical ride
we’ll try to take the truth and make it rhyme
before we run out of time
our own sweet time