Fading Tracks

Fading Tracks The mirror’s a map of a road we can’t find, With tears like the rivers I’ve left far behind. With a heart like a hammer and nothing to yield. We ran till the shadows grew in the field, The swing in the park is creaking a steady beat, Like the sound of the rhythm in our younger feet. If we could reach back through the fog and the haze, To the fire and the fury of those days, Would we change a single mistake that we've made? Or just hold on a little more close to the shade? The weight of the silver is heavy as lead, But it’s only the life that we’ve already led. Oh, the clock is a thief that we didn't see coming, We’ve traded the dancing for years of just running. The deeds that we’ve done and the words that we’ve said, Are the stones in the pillow we lay for our head. Time is a river, and we're just the shore, Watching the water that won’t come back no more. The sun’s getting lower, the shadows are deep, We’ve got stories to finish and promises to keep. Just an old man in silence, a soul moving slow, With a heart full of echoes and nowhere to go. No, nowhere to go. Just watching the river flow. Lyrics: Grok