I can see the smoke from the back of the factory rise
A sleepy southern river that’s as old as the hills goes by
When the sun is setting and I hear all the cars go past
I can’t help but thinking is there anything meant to last?
I was just a boy with his head filled with make-believe
Playing toy soldiers in the yard until it’s time to sleep
Trusting that it was the way it was because you told me so
But anything that starts has to end when you let it go
On Missionary Ridge, it was the night of the meteor shower
Standing on the edge keeping watch we waited for the hour
Everything was different in a moment and the world was new
My eyes were filled with falling lights and wonder too
you take what you love most in the world and protect it
sometimes too much worry, in the end, does the opposite
it’s easy to look back and say I wish I’d done it differently
but life only moves forward you can’t think that way and be free
Swallowed by the city now I’m hoping it won’t come to that
been thinking about the time that I’ve lost and I can’t get back
lately, it can seem like my memory’s playing tricks on me
in wave after wave like an ocean of infinity
On Missionary Ridge it was the night of the meteor shower
Standing on the edge keeping watch we waited for the hour
Everything was different in a moment and the world was new
My eyes were filled with falling lights and wonder too
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