memories

When February became June
Their affection fought the cold
But they couldn't quite remember
What inspired them to go

And it was beautifully depressing
Like a streetcar named desire
They were fighting for their love
That had started growing tired

Oh memories where'd you go

the road

Perhaps its right it IS when you start dreaming of the bad things that means you don't have to worry much because you know you're still fighting. when life is full of luxuries, thats when you gotta have to worry, son!