I’m hoping by now I could just finish my wine and be ok with the 4 pm sunset, my rambling ways can’t be fixed though and I’ll never be there to even see it, when you look for me you’ll just see the empty seat with an empty glass, I’ll meet him again down in those hills where it’s warmer, no flame compares, but know I don’t want promises or the golden bands, I want somewhere to rest and place on deserving ground all that’s inside of me, I’ll wait for the sunset there