Folkin’ Around
Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two
Where summer’s lasted longer than
Longer than we do
When nothing really mattered
Except for me to be with you
But in time we all forgot and
We all grew
Your melody sounds as sweet
As the first time it was sung
With a little bit more character for show
And by the time your father’s heard
Of all the wrong you’ve done
Then I’m putting out the lantern
Find your own way back home
If I’ve forgotten how to sing
Before I sung this song
I’ll write it all across the wall
Before my job is done
And I’ll even have the courtesy
Of admitting I was wrong
As the final words before I’m dead and gone