End of Time

I have heard you in the keys of a New York bar piano
And lulled myself to sleep like the crooners did
I have woken to the neon lights above Times Square
Where your voice invited Van Lear nights to the city

I have felt you in the wind that blows across Lake Erie
And in the misting of a quiet Irish tide
There are places that I've gone to when that wild wind called me
But it always seemed to lead me home to you

I have seen you in the embers of the Chinese moon
The mountains there echo us like those at home do
We burned up like old stars across the sea
When a Kentucky wind blows the ashes back, where will you be

We have lived within the pages of books of French poems
We would have written ourselves in lines of the Grand Canyon's walls
You say it's the end of time, I know
But time is just another place that you and I will go



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Preston
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