[Lyric] Sands of Old Cities (Sam Burchfield)

Well I have a dream
Of growing old
Raising a child
Building a home
We would go fishing
Along the coast
But I've got no time
And I've got no boat

So maybe I'll die
As a pauper
No possessions
No silver or copper
Just you and me
And the dust if apocalypse
Together we'll lay
In the sands of old cities

I hope we have Christmas
And a couple more dogs
A big piano
And a green, green lawn
I hope we have Georgia Lynn
And Mickey Ren[?]
And a couple good neighborhood friends
But maybe we'll die
As paupers
No possessions
No sons or daughtеrs
Just you and me
And the dust of apocalypse
Togеther we'll lay
In the sands of old cities

When I run
I'm like a ghost
Empty as a breeze
Quicker than most
I run through the forest
Underneath the pines on fire
Past an old swing set
And a broken rope tire
Well I don't know
What times gonna take
I'm not sure
What it gives away
But when I hold on
To you on the living room floor
I know what I'm living for

But maybe I'll die
As a pauper
No possessions
No silver or copper
Just you and me
And the dust of apocalypse
Together we'll lay
In the sands of old cities