A Flower For Tara

I see old friends
Gathered 'round the village
I see a million dollars
And I watched it burn

And the town
Where I'm living
Tells a story
'Fore I say goodbye

I sit down
Watching all the faces
Maybe I'll remember
Who they are
And the world
She keeps on spinning
She keeps on spinning
She keeps on spinning

The good times are ending
For my own sake
For those of all of my friends
And the good times are ending
For my own sake
For those of all of my friends

There's a hand
Knocking at my window
Open fields are burning
Beneath the sky

So for now
I'll do my best to think up
A better way to tell you
That I'm moving on
And in time
When the journey's over
I'll send this letter
To your door
And the world
She keeps on spinning
She keeps on spinning
She keeps on spinning

The good times are ending
For my own sake
For those of all of my friends
And the good times are ending
For my own sake
For those of all of my friends