Only a madman Would think of the future at a Time like this, When sometimes It's like we never Managed to survive the past Or make something that's built to last The years cascading by, And a lie That it was so much easier back then Now the lines of grey fade from the wall and It's just so hard to take it all But don't forget that these days, Well, somebody they will be the old days The gold days that will fade away From the seasons and tides And when it's all gone, The lights have dissipated And the black jeans have all faded This is all that's left behind I'm walking coastlines That even the ghosts fear to roam This is the last line Of the last song that I ever wrote. I'm walking coastlines That even the ghosts fear to roam This is the last line Of the last song that I ever wrote.