Lost Again

I spend nearly all of my time

Listening to sound advice

From those who have no lust for life

I remember feeling well at night, kind of God like

When days were just a morning with an evening in the way

I can see, in a way, who they wanted us to stay

There was more to you and I

And it was summertime in the Cape

When our parents spoke of onus

Lacking of us and how we had lost our way

Any day

I would get lost again, lost again

I would get lost again, lost again with you, ooh

Ooh, la-la, in the weeds lie low

Hiding underneath the fray veil of the hay bale row on row

To be young again, no

How the time flies and leaves behind

Imagining and knowing what to say

Oh, there once was a day when a swirling Milky Way

Shone upon the lake creating a mirage of astral glade

I can't recall the year at all

April turns to evening, turns to May

Anyway

I would get lost again, lost again

I would get lost again, lost again with you

I remember drifting after mornings

Now the morning's after me

I would get lost again, lost again

I would get lost again, lost again with you, ooh