The Sun sets at the same time all weekend
That’s what they say and I want to believe it’s true
I’ve gone looking for moving targets and lo behold

Can you imagine my face on Sunday night
The shadows move in a wave and they’re right on time
The colors blend at the far end
I wanted nothing more

There are no guarantees, only wishes
I want you next to me but how luck changes
I won’t be cynical
I’ll try my best to have it all and let it go
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