Memories of you and I
(Lee Clayton)
I thought to leave your bed for the street Was as simple as saying goodbye I couldn't see how blind a man can be Or how quickly life can fly As the lines in my face grow deeper And the well of my soul runs dry I find that I drink more and more From the memories of you and I The taste of fame is fire to me no more The attention and hunger have gone All I have left, the money and the game I'm a prisoner to the road I'm on As the lines in my face grow deeper And the well of my soul runs dry I find that I drink more and more From the memories of you and I