Too Slow to Ride - Nina Gordon

from the moment i arrived until the day that i

died i was selfish and slow too slow to ride by

your side i was so afraid that i began to fade now

another bright has turned to gray and someone

else’s light will take my place and though i’m

getting used to the aftertaste you know i miss

your eyes i miss your face and when the sun went

dead and the moon was up ahead i finally

figured out what i should have said to you then

and no one is to blame but we’ll never be the

same there’s no use in trying i can’t be what i

was