From the recording Rosemond
(link above is a sample only)
Rosemond Lives in my mind, memories hang like a ghost
Deep and troubled in my heart, they come around when I need them most
And I guess itâ€™s all in what you believe, people see what they want to see.
That doseâ€™nt mean losing touch was ever easy.
Grayhound buses whine down the highway
The rearview mirror your point of view.
I leave the people and the past behind me, still I find myself thinking of you
Iâ€™m never going back to Rosemonf
Iâ€™ll probably never see that town again
And if you find yourself any where near Rosemond.
Donâ€™t forget to look up a friend.
You canâ€™t see the end , you canâ€™t bring it round.
No, no, baby no not now.
All the letters I wrote in my head. All the phone calls I never made.
My thoughts are empty and words wonâ€™t come.
And as I speak I have nothing to say.
Youâ€™ve never shown me anything that stood still, so for the moment I roll back time.
I guess itâ€™s better than growing old