We leave just before it’s gone

Daylight Fading :: Counting Crows
from the album, Recovering the Satellites (1996)

“Waiting for the moon to come and light me up inside,
and I am waiting for the telephone to tell me I’m alive.
Well I heard you let somebody get their fingers into you,
it’s getting cold in California,
I guess I’ll be leaving soon.” Continue reading We leave just before it’s gone