There's a drive-in some miles out There's a parking lot Overgrown with flowers and weeds A screen hangs on, surrendering Past the limits there's an old dirt road There's a secret plot People come and people go Out of the fire into the afterglow In town the bookstore has a discount cart Just a quarter for a paperback Find "My Side of the Mountain" there What else goes missing through the years Later at the bar it's ten-to-close Time for one last round Take your glass and knock it back Anyway, who's keeping track You are free to go whenever you need to go Things are always changing as sure as this river flows I will love you for a long time; as long as anyone could ever know I will love you for a long time, for a long time For this brief window