Cowboy Junkies - In The Long Run Lyrics
She writes him a letter to see how hes doingShes stopped up for words on a pen she keeps chewingThe light from the window flows through her graying hairThe pen on the page is the proof that she still does carecause in the long run the storys toldAnd in the long run the young grow very, very oldHe sits in the park in the dark by his favourite treeHis mind is all lost in a haze of how things used to beShe carried him so far but then had to let him goHe wanted one more chance at least to let her knowcause in the long run the heat grows coldAnd in the long run the young grow very, very oldHe doesnt do much now, just sits by the window lightHis hair is so long and his unshaven face so whiteHis heart feels a part of the breeze that is blowing outsideHis eyes now see magic around him at most timescause in the long run the storys toldAnd in the long run the young grow very, very oldShe walks in the morning, its best before sevenIts that time of day that seems closest to heavenShe finds herself dancing and singing songs out loudSongs from her childhood suddenly come aroundcause in the long run the farm gets soldAnd in the long run the young grow very, very oldHes ready to go now, hes done with his livingHes gone where hes going, he gave what hes givingThe thousand and one times, he (said? ) before dinnerThe thousand and two times, (their lives? ) growing thinnercause in the long run the storys toldAnd in the long run the young grow very, very old
