Barefoot in the hills
Watching the rain
Face of love
Seems dangerous
Moving too much
Who was the star?
That flew where you were
Textbook love
Banner year stuff
Make your peace
Before you run off
Stare at the house in the rain
Still don't
Belong to you
Still out
Where the tourists walk
Where you are new
Again
Back on your feet
But in the lead
Short-timer
Well worth it
Old line riders
Lost pioneers
Why were you so
Close to the edge?
A few of us
Well, we still pretend
Overgrown world
If you wanted the best
Then why did you
Come to see me again?
Memory fades
Not much of the past stays
And I wouldn't mind
Forgetting a little more
Memory fades
Not much of the past stays
And I wouldn't mind
Forgetting a little more
I wouldn't mind
Forgetting a little more
I wouldn't mind
Forgetting a little more