Richard Thompson

Sn shade

Richard Thompson


Dying's not easy today 
Trying but can't get away 
Feel just the almost touch of her hand and the trees in her hair 
Eyes float, the sun she saw only me in the sky 
What could be higher than we 

Wind grows cold in the trees 
She cries so hard to please 
My restless feet, the rain in the street, and her vanity fair 
Sighs in the eyes of the boarding house lady who stares 
Thinking I care 

So it's a long dusty road 
Feelings I shouldn't have showed 
Follow me with a sweet heart when I'm ready to fade 
Lights like these burn so bright, keep me out of my shade 
Wish I could fade 

Just see me fade 
Just see me fade 
Just see me fade 
Just see me fade 
Just see me fade 
See me fade