Oldies, golden and byes in blues hurt
Wild dreams, hush thoughts oh, so
My sprawling mind in a fusty form
And baby, this is so shrewd…
Old ways, all ways, across the stream
Against the breeze, against the tide
Right here, right now I see a temple
Where we stood a long time ago
I gotta run, gotta think, so soon
I gotta rush, hush and push…
Now, I really gotta run, hush
And it hurts to remember that face
Oh, it doesn’t heal, help…
So, I’m running, far and away
Oh, it doesn’t heal, help…
So, I am hiding, alone and away
When you fade from my mind
And when you see me withered
On this book that has few leafs
And snaps of our yester years
I gotta run, gotta think, so soon
I gotta fade, far and away
Now, I want to be alone and away
So, I’m hiding, forever and ever…
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