Over the Hill

When we look at the Summer Sun; yellow and round.
So we go out to the hill and we lie down.
All but one sits in the corner.
Trying to find a way;


And alright let's go outside,
And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,
And we're crying.
We're all falling out.
I want to go back to old times.


And looking back, looking out at different things.
We flew too high; let the Sun burn our wings.
We never thought it would be us.
Let it all come fast; turn to dust.


And alright let's go outside,
And ride, ride, rise to the meaning of life,
And we're crying.
We're all falling out.
I want to go back to old times

Every few months I get a phone call from a guy who insists I've been in a car crash. Either the guy is a harbinger of bad news or he has his facts wrong?