Sometimes she goes inside her mind
Eighty years she can't find
Just a distant shade of gray
Slowly fades away
There are no haunting memories
She doesn't have a history
Washed away with autumn leaves
In conversations with the past
Greyhound station at sunrise
In his torn grey suit and weary eyes
Drinking coffee from an old tin cup
Warms his hands on a paper fire
Drifting off to different days
His minds a million miles away
He let the good times slip away
In conversations with the past.
Oh time keeps moving on
Like a train out of control
As it rolls down to the valley
The hourglass of my soul
Oh you time worn traveler
Break free from the cast
As we sail onto the North Star
With our back turned to the past.
He lights one final cigarette
Blows smoke rings through the air
The chaplain says “be brave my son”
The lord is waiting there
Everything he's ever known
Is smoldering to ash
It cools and goes back to the dirt
In conversations with the past
Everything I’ve ever done
And all the times I've tried
Surround me like a winter storm
But the seasons fade and die
Changes are the ripples on
The sea of time so vast
But soon sink to the bottom
And fade away too fast.
She cries herself awake at night
The pain is too intense
Why did they have to take her child?
So young and innocent
To everything there is a time
But order is outcast
He is always by her side
In conversations with the past
