This night is still and quiet Summer's almost past. There's a cricket with a socket wrench In the dry and dusty gra**. Above our heads a breath of wind Is rattling the leaves. The last swallows of the season Have fled their nests beneath the eaves. And you and I we sit together In the dark beneath the trees. I move my chair close to yours As we sit and drink our tea. We talk together in the quiet And try to reckon up the cost. And bind our wounds and count the scars From all that we have lost. And the days they hurry by. Running on together. Until you can't recall a time before sorrow touched your heart And left its mark on you forever. So maybe somewhere precious rain falls On a parched and barren earth Maybe somewhere in a house filled with love There's a mother giving birth. A small child's fever breaks. Parents breathe a prayer and sigh. And a soul somewhere in deep despair Lifts his eyes unto the sky. And I look the heavens And I stare into the black And I laugh at those who say God shapes the load to fit your back. There's no Golden Throne beyond the Veil. No angel choirs above. And Hell is just outliving everyone you've known and loved. And all of those who we have loved and lost from near and far They've left us here to carry on Beneath cold indifferent stars. And the days they hurry by… And so for now we muddle on. I guess that is the way. And try to look a little further down the road And not just day to day I know you'll look out for me As I look out for you. And we'll live in hope for better days. It's the best that we can do. And the days…