Album: East L.A. Breeze
A thought occurred to me
Lying underneath a peach tree
A moment in the sun
Our funny little lives are so brief
Our frail little bones
We're here and then we're gone
Sometimes the lonely days
Turn into the lonely decades
Old ladies on their own
The world they knew has drifted away
Like little puffs of smoke
We're here and then we're gone
2018.06.22