Paroles: Nina Gordon. Too Slow To Ride.

From the moment i arrived
Until the day that i died
I was selfish and slow
Too slow to ride by your side
But I was so afraid
That i began to fade

Now another bright has turned to gray
And someone else?s light will take my place
And though i?m 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 we?ll never be the same

Now another bright has turned to gray
And someone else?s light will take my place
And though i?m getting used to the aftertaste
You know i miss your eyes
I miss your face

There?s no use in trying
I can?t be what i was
I can?t be what i was

Now another bright has turned to gray
And someone else?s light will take my place
And though i?m getting used to the aftertaste
And though i?m getting used to the aftertaste
And though i?m getting used to the aftertaste
You know I miss your eyes
I miss your face