Faded Summer Days

I used to count

the miles and passing signs

Chasing every door that opened wide

Now I keep the names that held me up

And the quiet truth

I felt inside

In the end it's love that stays A steady hand through changing

days

Not the gold, not the noise,

not the race

Just a heart, a home,

a familiar face

That is what I want to save Old photographs

and worn-out Sunday coats

Songs we learned

and all the words we wrote

Time can take the shine from anything

But not the way a true voice makes you sing

When the night gets cold and long I remember what was strong

A hand to hold,

a simple song In the end it's love that stays A steady

hand through changing days

Not the gold, not the noise,

not the race Just a heart,

a home, a familiar face That is what I want to save

Hold me close through all our days

That is what I want to save