The Wind Chimes through the Trees Lyrics

The absence of time, an apparition

Mid-July as the seasons pass
think back to a lost time
of years long past
knowing you will be alone
the last remnant of your kind

Scraping by living for the night
living in dreams, a frightened existence
needing hope, fading hope
under twilight sign
rust is eating the nails of my life
my life is gone
the barn is gone
my life is gone
my time is gone