29. Dark Grey Clouds

The wind shakes the trees by the river
The rain lashes down on the old tin barns
Nobody’s been here since 1963
The ironwork is rusted, fields full of weeds

And you and I look at the sky
True, true hearts never lie
Dark Grey Clouds cry

The times we had they are gone
Just these old trees creaking in the storm
I can’t even find the place we lived
There’s just a pile of ash, and stones and twigs

Somewhere there’s a road that never ends
Somewhere we’re all laughing in the sun
Standing by a blue car reflected in the chrome
That’s another morning for tonight we’re dark and cold


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