In The Final Hours - Richard Harris

In the final hours

With all my toy dreams tattered

With all my singing scattered

Out upon the wind

And now the end

Will find me

Not prepared and strong the way I thought I was

But thinking from the start

How very caught I was, as though it mattered now

Now the dying flowers

Sing an old song that haunts me

And now nobody wants me

All alone (all alone)

Lost between the last of summer showers

These are the final hours

(In the final hours)

(In the final hours)