"Sands Of Old Cities" lyrics

I have a dream
Of growing old
Raising a child
Building a home
We would go fishing
Along the coast
But I got no time
And I got no boat

So maybe I'll die
As a pauper
No possessions
No silver or copper
Just you and me
And the dust of apocalypse
Together we'll lay
In the sands of old cities

I hope we have Christmas
And a couple more dogs
A big piano
And a green, green lawn
I hope we have Georgia Lynn
And Mickey Wrenn
And a couple good neighborhood friends

But maybe we'll die
As paupers
No possessions, no sons or daughters
Just you and me
And the dust of apocalypse
Together we'll lay
In the sands of old cities

When I run
I'm like a ghost
Empty as a breeze
Quicker than most
I run through the forest
Underneath the pines on fire
Past an old swing set
And a broken rope tire
Well I don't know
What time's gonna take
And I'm not sure
What it gives away
But when I hold on
To you on the living room floor
I know what I'm living for

But maybe I'll die
As a pauper
No possessions
No silver or copper
Just you and me
And the dust of apocalypse
Together we'll lay
In the sands of old cities