The lights are out the streets are silent and wet

Stuck in an old photograph

Time cuts through the night like rusty scissors

It's getting hard to carry this burden alone now

On one side unfinished pictures on the other despair

That moment that will never return passes through your mind

The trumpet is weeping as if in a funeral procession

That's what life is; Time melts faster than the ice in the glass

This is the accounting of the past the ledger is hazy

The roads are weary and my heart is always suspect

A thousand memories in one sip a farewell in every sip

The bill is heavy this lifelong debt cannot be paid

Now like a rudderless sailboat on the open sea

The only thing left; a pair of damp traces on each of us

The ashes slowly fall as the glass nears its end

Everything is in its place but we we are not in our place