| seven bridges out from town, this evening resting on a constant sound of falling water and the wind above the waves the light is turning to my love's own eyes, naming moments to forever rise sound on sound and all the air beneath the sky I went north, on my way, I couldn't read or write the signs that said 'take it slow, now, there is nowhere to go' I went north those familiar songs are not the only ones we sing ah, to have them though, it is a good and welcome thing like all the memories of the sun alone, walking late across the grass and stone going down behind the hill to pass the night whispers sound just like the truth sometimes, waking echoes with forever chimes sound on sound and all the air beneath the sky so I went home, on my way, I couldn't read or write the signs that said 'anymore, now, there is nowhere to go' I went home those familiar songs are not the only ones we sing late in summertime when all the birds are on the wing you can listen well and to the memories that they bring but those familiar songs are not the only ones we sing |