I feel the sting of summer
I feel Winter's burn
And as I grow older I see
There's so much to learn
So I still walk this
Long, winding road
And wonder why my past
Is such a heavy, empty load
Though I still hear your voice
Calling up through the years
I just cannot recall
The image of your tears

You never listen to a word I say
I tell you we're getting tired
And you would tell me
It's just getting late

These dreams of ours have passed
Rolled away with wind and dust
Though we always said we'd last
We always seemed to fight "us"
Like leaves drifting down in fall
Our hearts flowed further away
With each step just a falter
Empty words in a meaningless play
And I wonder where you drifted to
Your face faded in my memory
As the years just melt away
Your life is now a mystery

You never listen to a word I say
I tell you we're getting tired
And you would tell me
It's just getting late

So I feel the sting of Summer
As the Sun begins to rise
Over the dust starting to settle
In the clear desert sky
Those hopes and prayers
That I hold to so tight
You'll never understand
My new life just feels right
The truth of it all has come
To me through a little one's grace
My world now centered in light
As darkness has taken your face

You never listened to a word I'd say
I'd tell you we were getting tired
And you would tell me
It was getting late...

...we were getting late...