A stab at writing lyrics
Whistle
Gone are the days
When I could get by
Living in the dreams of a passerby
Now that the time has come
All I can seem to do
Is sit down here and spend my time with you
Everything I sung
Disappeared in the air
As fleeting as summer gold in my hair
We share our goodbyes
My longest standing friend
As I lay down and drift away in the wind