Lyrics

Always will I remember you like this.
Summer's bliss upon your lips.
Standing in the haze of your wildflower gaze.

All we have is the engine of time.
Conductor strolls down the aisle.
Ticket's blank, destination unknown.

Ain't got nothing against saint peter.
Hell only knows if I’ll meet her.
But if I do, I’ll pull out a smoke and ask her for a light.

(A) picture's worth a thousand rhymes.
If you ain't the painter, you ain't got a dime.
Living ain't easy for those who don't put up a fight.

Ain't got nothing against saint peter.
Hell only knows if I’ll meet her.
But if I do, I’ll lean in real close and offer to stay the night.

Some take the road while others follow the path.