Dying's not easy today Trying but can't get away Feel just the almost touch of her hand And the trees in her hair Eyes flood the sun, she saw only me in the sky What could be higher than we Wind grows cold in the trees She cries so hard to please My restless feet, the rain in the street And her Vanity Fair Sighs in the eyes of the boarding-house lady who stares Thinking I care (Guitar solo- ) Keep repeating So it's a long dusty road Feelings I shouldn't have showed Follow me with a sweet bird When I'm ready to faint Lights like these burn so bright Keep me out of my shade Wish I could fade Just see me fade Just see me fade Just see me fade Just see me fade Just see me fade See me fade