Too Slow Too Ride

from the moment i arrived until the day that i died i was selfish and slow too slow to ride by your side i was so afraid that i began to fade now another bright has turned to gray and someone else light will take my place and though i getting used to the aftertaste you know i miss your eyes i miss your face and when the sun went dead and the moon was up ahead i finally figured out what i should have said to you then and no one is to blame but wel never be the same there no use in trying i can be what i was