It's down by the river,
the water's running low
as I wander
underneath the trees.
And in the park outside of town,
the leaves turn brown and yellow now.
I'm falling on the ground.
Remembering the way you felt beside me here when love was new.
That feeling's just grown stronger since I fell in love with you.
Now we've only got these times we're living in.
We've only got these times we're living in.
Winter wood piled on the porch,
walnuts scattered on the ground,
and wood smoke
rising to the sky.
An old man comes home from work and he
hugs his wife in a sweat-stained shirt,
walks through
that door to where it's warm inside.
And I'm walking as the wind rustles in the fallen leaves.
My footsteps picking out a tune,
my heart sings silently.
Now we've only got these times we're living in.
We've only got these times we're living in.
See the roses dried and faded,
the tall trees carved and painted
with long forgotten lovers' names.
Old cars standing empty and dogs barking at me as I walk
through the quiet streets the
same.
If I could,
I'd tell you now there are no roads that do not bend.
But the days like flowers bloom and fade and they do not come again.
We've only got these times we're living in.
We've only got these times we're living in.
All right.