Too Slow to Ride

From the moment I arrived

Until the day that I died

I was selfish and slow

Too slow to ride by your side

But I was so afraid that I began to fade

Now another bright has turned to gray

And someone else's light will take my place

Though I'm getting used to the aftertaste

You know I miss your eyes, I miss your face

And when the sun went dead

And the moon was up ahead

And I finally figured out what I should have said to you then

And no one is to blame

But we'll never be the same

Now another bright has turned to gray

And someone else's light will take my place

And though I'm getting used to the aftertaste

You know I miss your eyes

I miss your face and

There's no use in trying

I can't be what I was

I can't be what I was

Now another bright has turned to gray

And someone else's light will take my place

Though I'm getting used to the aftertaste

And though I'm getting used to the aftertaste

Although I'm getting used to the aftertaste

You know I miss your eyes

I miss your face