I chased the sun
and they say she won
but I don't remember seeing her run
and in the twilight gleam, I think it's time to concede
Smoothed and worn
since the day was born
like baking bread she's kept me warm
but my skin's all scorched and thick to the touch
But you're miles and miles oh you're miles and miles away
you'll take it slow, you really don't know
that you're miles and miles oh you're miles and miles away
The song’s been song
the painting’s done
the words and the notes now rest as one
relief more sweet than I could convey
Those stinging eyes
now bagged and dried
replaced with coins and heavy sighs
but the they won’t cry no more
no they won’t cry no more