memories of oldest old
hunt me down like lions do
they eat me while I'm alive and well
alive and well
can't believe I met you still
kiss and fight like the lovers do
and though you left, I'm alive and well
alive and well
I'm still here chasing golden stuff
and somehow they'll keep piling up
but with you gone it's not enough
just not enough
sun, it shines and rain, it falls
but they don't have a reason for it
with you gone, it's not enough
it's not enough