I spend nearly all of my time listening to sound advice from those who have no lust for life
I remember feeling well at night, kind of God like
When days were just a morning with an evening in the way
I can see, in a way, who they wanted us to stay
There was more to you and I and it was summertime in the Cape
When our parents spoke of onus, lacking of us and how we had lost our way
Any day
I would get lost again
I would get lost again with you
Ooh la la, in the weeds lie low
Hiding underneath the fray veil of the hay bale row on row
To be young again, how the time flies and leaves behind imagining and knowing what to say
There once was a day when a swirling Milky Way shone upon the lake creating a mirage of astral glade
I can't recall the year at all, April turns to evening turns to May
Anyway
I would get lost again
I would get lost again with you
I remember drifting after mornings, now the morning's after me
I would get lost again
I would get lost again with you