Babe, we're living in times of history.
It's happening right before our eyes,
But all I do is lie in misery
And wish for warmer skies.
I'm sitting here watching time pass me by.
You're running with it.
I'm trapped in a bed of sorrows and lies,
But I made it myself.
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Time slowed on the way to Kentucky.
The golden leaves of the southern trees --
I saw it all,
Every last imprint of mother nature's kiss.
It was in that land that father and mother coexisted for a period
Without time,
Without noise,
Without fear,
But that was the land of yesteryear.
Here time sped up, but me,
Well, I'm still stuck
Living in slow motion, and you
Couldn't wait for me.
It's only fair,
For I accelerated far too far for a fair young girl,
Wind in my pigtails
And hope in my heart.
The thing about using hope for fuel
Is that it's a limited resource that drains
too
soon.
I slowed down and for a time
Found you running by my side,
But my hope ran empty
And your heart ran cold,
And you left me coughing in your path,
Following footsteps that grew older by the second.
I lost you when I lost myself.
For now, I'm still where you left me.
I only got so far as I did
Because you replenished my hope for a short-lived spell,
But I'm too slow for your bustling heart --
I couldn't keep up with your footsteps.
The path is gone.
I vanished with it.
