I am a time-traveler. So are you. I’m glad our paths cross here.
I am younger than people born after me when they cling to the past. I am older than people born before me when age isn’t measured by the distance from the beginning but by the distance to the end.
The sky is always filled with clouds
The train’s always moaning by
The leaves are falling off the trees
‘cause everything is born to die
It doesn’t help that there’s somebody
That’s always got it worse
It only helps if there’s somebody there
To hold you when it hurts
But I won’t forget you my friend
I won’t forget how you reached the end
So, until we meet again
Until we meet again
Now the winter’s crawling in
Time to button up your coat
‘cause every moron in the world
Has got their fingers at your throat
Words & Music by Mike Power 