Sunset from Lake of the Clouds
Sitting by myself outside the Hut. Musing on life. Sunsets are triggers for memories. Beaches. Friends who have moved on, or passed on. Princeton. Work. Steamboat gambling. Turned on the radio.
'The night before she's leaving there's suddenly a change
She slowly sits beside me and she softly calls my name.
And gives me an address, and she says, 'Come visit soon.'
And yesterday she wouldn't notice that I was in the room.
I guess she stayed awake 'cause it's so hard for her to say
We both had built our hopes up, but the love just slipped away.
She's worried I might try to burden her with all the blame
For breaking up my heart as if she had planned it from the start
'Cause that's the way so people do.
Oh, but I have been on her side of it, too,
So I said, 'Don't feel ashamed, don't feel guilty for the pain.
Sometimes you build your hopes up and you fall back down again.
The time we had was magic, and the love was not in vain.
Falling down's as common as the rain.
Something about me leaves you cold something even you don't know.
Don't think that it's wrong to go `cause of what we had before.
Just leave me with those magic times; I'd rather keep you on my mind
Then see you try to fake the feelings, trying not to be unkind.
And I don't feel ashamed or feel guilty for the pain
Sometimes you build your hopes up and you fall back down again.
The time we had was magic, and the love was not in vain.
Falling down's as common as the rain.
The only thing for certain is that nothing stays the same.
Falling down's as common as the rain.'
-d. wilcox