Like the wind, rain, and time
Strips the bark off of old trees
I've watched as it degenerates
The mind of family
And it's a humbling day in life
Now that I know what waits for me
Makes it hard for me to put my faith
In fate and destiny
When I can't recall the players
Or the story or the show
And I'm stranded at the destination
Of the path I chose
When I don't recognize the eyes
That sit above my crooked nose
I hope yours is the last face that goes
Or maybe you'll go first
And I'll be free of what we swore
So far out of reach, that memories
Can't hurt me anymore
But the wind, rain, and time
Could never wash me clean of you
If a smile looks the same
At twenty-one and eighty-two
When I can't recall the players
Or the story or the show
And I'm stranded at the destination
Of the path I chose
When I don't recognize the eyes
That sit above my crooked nose
I hope yours is the last face that goes
When I don't recognize the eyes that sit above my crooked nose
I hope you are the last thing to go