Lyrics

we swore
on a rock garden grave
to the ones we love who've already changed
far too soon when
early still, were the days
of our lives that we'd give back more than we take

sometimes I feel like an old buccaneer
sailing where no one else goes
I'd trade in a heartbeat all of my gold
for one minute more with my love

we lifted
from the fog-laden river
baptized with a steely resolve to keep on
outrunning the darkness
and loneliness spreading like fire
leaving the hollowed and ashen in our wake

sometimes I feel like an old pioneer
one misstep away from my end
I'd trade in a heartbeat all that I've seen
for one minute more with my love

the morning is bright
bells swing through the streets
ascended by birdsong which has always been
like the bonds we make
steadfast from loose thread
love is a way of living not the means to an end

well, I'm just a dreamer - an old balladeer
searching for new words to say:
I'd trade my own heartbeat and a well-traveled world
for one minute more with my love