Fantasia

And I cannot make you go If you’re set on staying. And I cannot make you live If you’re set on dying. There was a road, down this way, When we used to live here. We used to laugh and laugh And talk the sun down. Now there is silence As the years roar forward, And even the music Isn’t enough. To drown our estrangement We jump into a river Of the days past And shiver in the cold. There is nothing left But swallows on the silken wind, And silence that wafts in empty echoes, And the dying leaf that whispers to the ground. Orange blossoms and rancheros Wooden fences and golden hills Shining, dying, flying, falling Our memories Fantasia.