1950 - Wyatt

The train waits impatiently all I want is her company

The red sky

The postcard-shaped unreality

Lets say 1950 or whatever It may have been

The year I lost puberty

The year that nothing that nothing could part us

And the world turned around for me

And her eyes were younger then we’d ever been

The cuban marriage in secrecy

And the urge to fight their liberty

As she whispers

Nothing can take you away from me

And by the light of the moon

They sway throught hte room

And the years fell from her look

They know they are stranger

In a life that is filled with pain

But she feels him

Their souls are forever chained

And maybe when we’re older

And stelled for less and got bolder

Maybe then we’ll see

Maybe when we’re older

And our dreams are lost way yonder

Maybe then we’ll see

What it means to really be…

Lets say 1950

Was the year we believed

That stars weren’t out of reach

Those days with my family

My only brother and me

And maybe when we’re older

And settled for less and got bolder

Maybe then we’ll see

Maybe when we’re older

And the years are lost way yonder

Maybe then we’ll see

What it means to really be…