Allow me to exaggerate a memory or twoWhere summer's lasted longer thanLonger than we doWhen nothing really matteredExcept for me to be with youBut in time we all forgot andWe all grew
Your melody sounds as sweetAs the first time it was sungWith a little bit more character for showAnd by the time your father's heardOf all the wrong you've doneThen I'm putting out the lanternFind your own way back home
If I've forgotten how to singBefore I've sung this songI'll write it all across this wallBefore my job is doneAnd I'll even have the courtesyOf admitting I was wrongAs the final words before I'm dead and gone