the dying of the light

i keep on running but i can't get to the mountain, behind me lie the years that i've misspent, and i've been sinking like a flower in the fountain, when all the love i'm gonna need is heaven sent, gonna try my best to get there, but i can't afford the bus fare, and the storm that's rolling over, man, it makes me want to cry, and i was told, that the streets were paved with gold, and there'd be no time for getting old when we were young, but it's alright, if you dance with me tonight, we'll fight the dying of the light and we'll catch the sun, i woke up sleeping on a train that was bound for nowhere, the echoes that i could hear were all my own, the world had turned and i'd become a stranger, and i'm tired of watching all the flowers turn to stone, 'cause i try my best to get there, but i can't afford the bus fare, and the storm that's rolling over, man, it makes me want to cry, and the cold against my shoulder, when it comes on in the winter, and it seems to last forever, and it makes me want to, it makes me want to cry, and i was told, that the streets were paved with gold, and there'd be no time for getting old when we were young, but it's alright, if you dance with me tonight, we'll fight the dying of the light and we'll catch the sun, 'cause i try my best to get there, but i can't afford the bus fare, and the storm that's rolling over, man, it makes me want to cry, and i was told, that the streets were paved with gold, and there'd be no time for getting old when we were young, but it's alright, if you dance with me tonight, we'll fight the dying of the light and we'll catch the sun, and the cold against my shoulder, when it comes on in the winter, and it makes me want to cry, and the cold against my shoulder, and it seems to last forever, and it makes me want to, it makes me want to cry