These days I seem to think about the things I forgot to do for you and all the times I had a chance to.

When you turn out the light, I've got to hand it to me. Looks like it's you and me again tonight Rosie.

I followed those highway signs and I've run down those thin white lines.

Let the disappointments pass, let the laughter fill your glass.

How long will it be 'till we've turned To the tasks and the skills That we'll have to have learned If we're going to find our place in the future And have something to offer Where this planet's concerned?

The idea that I wrote something that stood for the way I feel about things, and that it lasts, that's probably my favorite thing that I've done.

The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.