The West Pole

As the late evening sun

Slides her way through copper clouds

Golden leaves from autumn

Play over a dusty breeze

I slide my way through the empty park

Weary eyes

Your memory fades

Like dust wake the shades

The still night comes breaking in

Dry raindrops on summer wind

As the late evening sun

Shines her way through aging sky

Closing in on autumn

As I watch the miracle

Of seasons changing

I saw the leaves die

Your memory fades

Like dust wake the shades

The still night comes breaking in

Dry raindrops on summer wind

But I can still see you and I can still hear you

You're spinning around in my head

I can still hear you and I can still see you

Tide is down

I thought I heard the perfect note

I thought I heard you call my name

Your memory fades

Like dust wake the shades

The still night comes breaking in

Dry raindrops on summer wind