Twilight Years

Conversation like a thunderstorm
Philosophy through a microphone
We're chasing dreams from the break of dawn
Dusk arrives and we melt back home

I'll keep it brief because boys don't cry

Will you be my lover
In those twilight years
Lets dance on the river
And defy our fears
Billionaires and politicians
Fiddling with our aspirations
Alienating all that we hold dear
Will you be my lover
In those twilight years

If heaven and hell should divide us all
We used to run now like slaves we crawl
Like a wolf howling at a sunken moon
And old man whistles a forgotten tune

Twilight rendezvous