It was quieter than I thought, but I like the quiet a lot
See most of the time it's not and if I don't go there
There's nowhere I’ve got
I took the time to look around and listen to the sound
Of melancholy calling me down, to the sad side
Where as a kid I, cried in this town
Through the trails over the rails, we'd run
An old rusted steel car in the field, forgotten
With all my friends and I remember one
Gone too soon, gone too fast, gone to young
And who he left behind, she grew to look like him in time
I knew one day she'd remind everyone
Gone too soon, gone too fast, gone too young.
People talking up ahead, the lights flashing red
He was headed home they said, she just had his baby
Been about a month maybe, take me instead
With fate it's so unfair, misfortune at least meets you there
Both have been known to share, a sad side
Where even as a kid I, tried to compare
Through the trails over the rails, we'd run
An old rusted steel car in the field, forgotten
With all my friends and I remember one
Gone too soon, gone too fast, gone to young
Chorus
How many nights she lies awake, woken by a dream that starts to fade
Falling asleep with an aching for someone
Gone to soon, gone to fast, gone too young.
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023