Some might say Some stand in the sun Some are blind One puts his hand in mine One disappears his name isn't written down
One dies on the lawn His face turned away from it all
Isn't it evening
I forget if it's always this way I was told it was gold to this day I suppose it was always this way But the memories won't quit And they tell a story so sad
Isn't it evening
Tears running by Shaking and terrify Ones falling down Nothing remains inside Broken and cold His faith lies upon the shore Fading and thin One face crushed in lavender
Isn't it evening
I forget if it's always this way I was told it was gold to this day I suppose it was always this way But the memories won't quit And they tell a story