Now there is no reason to be sorry

for letting me in on things you couldn't say before.

We've got short time use it wisely forever's moving in each day.

The rains falling more and more.

Times closing all our doors.



And I cant wait till you come

and say I like the way your hair falls in place.

Cause day by day seasons tend to fade

and goldness turns to gray.

There's small time to say what could have all been said yesterday.



Now I cannot see what you are thinking.

I see just us sitting on your brick red porch.

Remember nights when I was singing