Ride of our lives

We stood until

Our feet fell in time/lined

The drawers with pretty things from/in

Our pockets the safe key

Opened all gates

Squeaky clean, greased/lightning faster

Than a speeding memory blinked back

A lemon/drop the high notes

We’ve a long way to go now/before

The fall/leaves us to hit the sky walking

Hand in hand come/back to battle

The threat of spring/time turns

To winter so quickly here/where a look

Is all we knew neither one could

More but that we both would

Make my day