(Jonathan Pointer)
|
|
A warm wind blows
|
Across my windowsill tonight
|
Like a ghost, like a ghost
|
Soft and low
|
In this other- worldly light
|
I dream of Rose
|
|
Common time
|
Never ceases, never yields
|
It comes and it goes
|
Now I find
|
I lost the pavement 'neath my wheels
|
When I lost Rose
|
|
Should anybody wonder where I'm bound
|
I don't know
|
I come and I go
|
Wreckage looks the same from town to town
|
I suppose
|
It wasn't meant to be this way
|
For Rose
|
|
Soldier on
|
What's left is not what I planned
|
It's what I chose, What I chose
|
And the sun
|
Up and slipped right thru my hands
|
When I lost Rose
|
|
Should anybody wonder where I'm bound
|
I don't know
|
I come and I go
|
Wreckage looks the same from town to town
|
I suppose
|
It wasn't meant to be this way
|
|
-----------------
|
For Rose
|
Mary Gauthier |