Lyrics
The hour's getting late, in fact it's getting pretty tame
In need of a place to lay my head
The memories of the road have haunted me
Like a spectre of
A time on which I used to rely
Underneath this cherry moonlight
Sparks fly in mysterious ways
So much more to this life
Than what it is real at the end of the day
And I know if I had another chance, maybe I wouldn't do it the same
And still, the angels look at me with shame
Awake in the night
Just to tell myself, I know
Nothing lasts forever
Is this any way to justify?
It always seemed so simple
When the tape deck was playing
The song that would soundtrack both of our lives