Remains of the Day

Ghost at the gate,
Why don't we go
Over the lay of the land?
Memories fade,
But I can feel them
Wade through the sun
And the shade.

Who owns the hills and lakes
When they're just a thought,
Remains of the day?
See how the landscape changed
Till it's gone, it's lost;
Surely you know the way.

Glossy and glazed,
Summer's sweet hold
Carries us far and away.
Lost in a haze,
Green and golden
Out in the fields
Where we played.

Who owns the hills and lakes
When they're just a thought,
Remains of the day?
See how the landscape changed
Till it's gone, it's lost;
Surely you know the way.

Can't go home again;
I close my eyes and
Follow the path
To the place.
Keeping it safe,
I can be there
Lost in a world
Time erased.

Who owns the hills and lakes
When they're just a thought,
Remains of the day?
See how the landscape changed
Till it's gone, it's lost;
Surely you know the way.