Nothing is forever
Always something better
Swings of highs
Valleys of lows

All the flavours of pain and hurt
Come and go
Old, young, beat up
Cheap whiskey, girls listening to me on cassette tape

The follies of me when I was you
So much to see and so little to say
The going price for the life in a day
For all I bought and all you sold
The single drop of a river run cold

A late goodbye
Something good
What had been done
Late October day
Endings of new beginnings
Tears of the many roads
For which I died