Verse:
Let the night air cool you off
Tilt your head back and try to cough.
Don t say nothing bout the things you never saw.
Let the night air cool you off.
I ain t living like I should.
A little rest might do me good.
Got to sinking in the place where I once stood.
Now I ain t living like I should.
Chorus:
Can you hear that singing? Sounds like gold.
Maybe I can only hear it in my head.
Fifteen years ago we owned that road
now it s rolling over us instead.
Richard Manuel is dead.
