Pot Of Gold

I finished what I started
The first 40's the hardest
Rest is for the departed
There’s none for heavy hearted

I can always pretend that all good things never end
We'll find our own pots of gold
Where the rainbow ends, we'll find home

I’ll always try to console it
It’s my way to control it
To finish what I started
You know i live heavyhearted

I can always pretend that all good things never end
We'll find our own pots of gold
Where the rainbow ends, we'll find home

I've got ghosts from the past
They're haunting me
Regrets from my youth; they follow me
The future is not clear to see
So don't ask, don't ask, don't ask