Testo: Mando Saenz. Watertown. Rusty Steeple.

The empty eyes that seem to call
The fallen times that come along, as the sound of early summer meets the humid air
And I have a longing for the times when we stood and watched the coming of the future times to share
The early morning, they say making strides towards the day, staggers into hasty lives, but I'm a simple man
Hey, I, oh I miss the corner of the store, where we played along and watched the sand blow in
The rusty steeple light keeps shining for reasons all too clear today
Sinners laugh and cry the way they always have. The blackbird calls
The north wind falls, but find no right to blow me down
The high life leaves us so soon
In the market square they play a tune of a man to search for life beyond the time
Where once was the answer to daily pains that come, and the yearning for company was soon repaired
The passing of time remains the same
The clouds they roll and the tides they change upon the sandy shores and barren lands
Hey, I, oh I can see the moonlight in your eyes
As we swim along the Frio once again
The rusty steeple light keeps shining for reasons all too clear today
Sinners laugh and cry the way they always have
The blackbird cries
The north wind flies, but find no right to blow me down
The blackbird cries
The north wind flies, but find no right to blow me down