Highnote Blues

Leaves are turning gold on the hill

Everything is quiet and still

I can hear your voice in the wind Wondering where our story

begins

(mmmmm) Oh, the time we let slip away (so far away) Through

the shadows of yesterday (yesterday)

But I will hold you once again My long lost friend

Dusty records spin on the plate

Writing down the hand of our fate

Every single word that you said Echoing inside of my head (ahhhhh)

Lost in the memory of you

(of youuuu)