All too soon
We were blown upon our seperate ways again
And our warm summer dreams
Joined the fallen leaves that tumbled in the wind
With the echoes and traces of voices and faces
In places that I've left behind
But there's times in the morning
And there's times at the close of day
When your memory comes easy as smiling
And that's something they can't take away
I may die
Without ever knowing happiness again
Leaving nothing behind
But a line of lonely footprints in the sand
But I know that wherever I go, I will never
Trade anything I'll ever find
For the times in the morning
And the times at the close of day
When your memory comes easy as smiling,
And that's something they can't take away
When your memory comes easy as smiling,
And that's something they can't take away