From the recording Small Town America
Lyrics
It seems we’ve all grown up
The bonfires died
We’ve taken our chances
And often denied
The dreams that we dreamed
are barely alive
If I’m not mistaken
I can see by your eyes
That we’re not done living
And there’s still some fight
And this may be the night
So meet me Virginia
At the top of that hill
Where we first held hands and time stood still
And we’ll sit and we’ll drink till there’s no more wine
Recounting the time of our lives
Recounting the time of our lives
Now the streets are all empty
the town long retired
the glory has faded
since the mills last cried
And there’s nothing left standing
nor there a sign
Of the promise once given
for an honest days grind
I try not to look, you pretend not to cry
And we both agree to the lie
So meet me Virginia
At the top of that hill
Where we first held hands and time stood still
And we’ll sit and we’ll drink till there’s no more wine
Recounting the time of our lives
Recounting the time of our lives