In the end there will be no faults

I'm confident that the beach will absorb them all

Later tonight there will be no more blame

We'll lay down in different towns and sleep just the same

From now on, I will make no more plans

My strongest ones lay dormant in your hanrds

Sometime soon I will accept the change

As the evening sun gently warms the Grange

Fire burns out

Nature churns out fools

Some spring days may turn out cool

Still I stay

Will you stay?

Sometimes I think God should erase all memories

To change the way we deal with times like these

That would surely be heaven to me;

For you it would surely be hell

As to seperate the moon and stars from the Atlantic's gentle swell