SILVER TONES

(Eddie Allen, B. Thompson)

Sweet silver tones from the room next door
Pass like the night through the corridor
It's the single sad song that I've heard before
The midnight surf as it strokes the shore

My dreams like the rocks weathered in the tide
Dreams hold the finest silver that I've tried
My dreams are stone, my dreams are silver tones.

Memories fall on the rocks below
As a lonely old man starts to blow
It's the smile of a friend that I used to know
As he plants himself in the muddy snow

Let's go back again, back to yesterday
Where we can play the same old songs we used to play
When we did it for the love and not the pay
Not afraid to say what we had to say

Memories are so bittersweet
Seems the more you have the less you keep
Like that puppy I lost when I was five
I wish that you were still alive