Phone Call, Sunday afternoon Spingtime, this flower's lost it's bloom I was not there and it is not fair Your innocence and youth carried you this far just to be removed
Tonight... the stars will shine And fill my life, you've left me behind
Dreaming, a panoramic view Canvas memories, take me back to you We lived and laughed, we lived so fast I can't stand to see the truth Now your masterpiece It paints the news
She's walking through the blue and gold The new and the old, with the ancient father of every daughter I know we'll make it through this night