Lost Chances - Hawkwind

Brock —)\nCrystal evenings, long ago, twisted winds and weeping snow\nWe missed a turning in the past, is there anything that can last\nThe race is run, the time is right, get out your gun\nIt’s time to fight\nAnd all our dreams just turn to dust, look to the future\nForget the past\nMistakes you’ve made can’t be redeemed, they are made\nBecause you dreamed a dream\nHonest sunsets turn to paint, the lie you tell\nBecomes a taint\nThe house you built reverts to dust, the sword\nYou held it turns to rust\nThe lies you tell destroy your will, the price\nYou paid you’re paying still\nAnd the rocks in the river grow higher and higher\nAs the water gets lower and lower\nThere are ghosts in our lives that will not fade\nThere are ghosts in our lives that will not fade,\nUntil we’ve paid