Tom McRae
Summer of John Wayne
A summer of John Wayne
Getting older
Reel after reel
And playing old soldiers
With old wounds
You know how that feels
And a summer of searching
The underworld
An arrow in my heel
And the winding down of days
And the speeding of time won’t change
But I know you say nothing good lasts forever
Some things burn bright
But burn themselves out to embers
And these weather conversations
And small talk
Steal my hours away
And I gave away my best to strangers
Day after day
And the winding down of days
And the speeding of time won’t change
But I know you say
Nothing good lasts forever
Some things burn bright
But burn themselves out to embers
Your love is a cold, cold place my dear
The seasons change those ghosts appear
And every sound is an echo of yesterday
And suddenly I fall through the cracks in time
And I’m standing here with your hand in mine
And I turn around to see you there’s no one there
But I know you say
Nothing good lasts forever
You will forget
But I will always remember, the time