Silver Sunset

Waiting on the winter at the edge of the fall

Watching the summer leaves wither

Frozen memories hanging on the wall

That'll be all he leaves with her

Think it might be best

To head your pony west

And fade into that silver sunset

Like an old movie star

Cutting a dark silhouette

Pulling on the embers of his last cigarette

What kind of man runs from the cold?

Are you a fair weather lover?

Who takes his direction from wherever the wind blows

All you ever had to do was love her

Think it might be best

To head your pony West

And fade into that silver sunset

Like an old movie star

Cutting a dark silhouette

Pulling on the embers of his last cigarette

Like some old movie star

Cutting a dark silhouette

Pulling on the embers of his last cigarette