Lost Chances

Crystal evenings, long ago, twisted winds and weeping snow We missed a turning in the past, is there anything that can last The race is run, the time is right, get out your gun It's time to fight And all our dreams just turn to dust, look to the future Forget the past Mistakes you've made can't be redeemed, they are made Because you dreamed a dream Honest sunsets turn to paint, the lie you tell Becomes a taint The house you built reverts to dust, the sword You held it turns to rust The lies you tell destroy your will, the price You paid you're paying still And the rocks in the river grow higher and higher As the water gets lower and lower There are ghosts in our lives that will not fade There are ghosts in our lives that will not fade, Until we've paid --- Lost Chances - Hawkwind