Everytime

Emily I found you traveling on a fall like wind. Somewhere 
between the road and a person that I call my friend. Mile 
high seasons turning green into gold. I would walk with you
 for days upon the Mt. Falcon road. I spent most last year 
shaking off a dusty past. I'm not around for long so things
 seem to seldom last. Must be a reason for the trouble I 
put myself through. Lonely is the ache inside everytime I 
think of you. Everytime I reach for you to take your hand 
you slip away. Home at last I'm easing back and your letter
 has found me here. Nows not the time for me hey you made 
that point crystal clear. I can't seem to recall the words 
I heard fall from your lips. Just before you faded off, 
slipped right through my fingertips.