Bucket of Steam 3

Lyrics > Bucket of Steam 3

LONG LIVED LIVES

WE WERE DRINKING AT THE OLD CANTINA,
ON THE EDGE OF THE MEADOW…NEAR THE RAILROAD TOWER.
GHOSTS OF MEMORY…RISE AND FALL BEFORE OUR EYES,
WELLS OF SORROW AND TEARS OF JOY.

AS WE RETURN TO OUR HOME BY THE RIVER,
I SEE YOU AS I KNEW WAY BACK WHEN
WE WERE YOUNG…AND THE TIMES BEFORE US GAVE US HOPE
…MY LONG LIVED FRIEND.

YOU WERE TALKING ALWAYS ASKING QUESTIONS,
NEVER ONE TO MISS…ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW.
RHYTHMIC PATTERNS…ON THE SKINS AND KETTLES,
KEEPING YOUR FAITH IN FRONT OF YOU…

LIVING A LIFE OF LOVE WITH THE SWEET CARMELITA,
RAISING YOUNG ONES TO FACE THE WORLD.
YOU WERE YOUNG ONCE…YET THE TIMES BEFORE US, REMAIN A DREAM,
…MY LONG LIVED FRIEND.
                            
CHORUS
AT THE HOUR OF OUR SALVATION…WILL OUR SOULS SOAR TO THE SKY?
ARE THERE ANSWERS TO OUR QUESTIONS…OR DO WE TURN THE PAST ASIDE?
WILL THIS CITY ON THE RIVER,…WHERE THE FLOOD WATERS ROSE SO HIGH
REMAIN FOREVER, A PLACE…A PLACE WHERE WE CAN HIDE?

BRASS AND BUTTONS, CLOCKS AND HORSES,
…SIT ON THE CENTER OF THE GREEN TONIGHT
WILL THE WORDS OF OUR MOTHERS AND HOPES OF OUR FATHERS,
…GIVE US COMFORT IN THE CEASELESS FIGHT?

HOMETOWN BOY YOU’RE ALWAYS THERE FOR US,
…NEVER DISTANT ‘TIL THE END OF TIME
YOUNG FOREVER…IN OUR TIME OF WISDOM, HERE’S TO YOU
…AND OUR LONG LIVED LIVES.

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Back to Lyrics Main Page

Song by Steven G. Mednick © 2006 Steven G. Mednick/Prospect Hill Words and Music