Dying's not easy today Trying but can't get away Feel just the almost touch of her hand and the trees in her hair ?Lies float? the sun, she saw only me in the sky What could be higher than we?
Wind grows cold in the trees She cries, so hard to please My restless feet, the rain in the street and her Vanity Fair Sighs in the eyes of the boarding-house lady who stares Thinking I care
So, it's a long dusty road Feelings I shouldn't have showed Follow me with a sweet bird when I'm ready to fade Lights like these burn so bright, keep me out of my shade Wish I could fade
Just see me fade Just see me fade Just see me fade Just see me fade Just see me fade See me fade