You were life itself, rushing over me
Life itself, the wind in the black elms,
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can’t be without you
I knew you were in trouble anyone could tell
You carried your little black book from which all your secrets fell
You squandered all your riches your beauty and your wealth
Like you had no further use for, for life itself
You were life itself, rushing over me
Life itself, the wind in the black elms,
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can’t make it without you
Where no more thunder sounds
Where the time goes
Tomorrow never knows
He who waits for the
day’s riches will be lost
In the whispering tide
Where the river flows
Tomorrow never knows
Why do the things that we treasure most, slip away in time
Till to the music we grow deaf, and to God’s beauty blind
Why do the things that connect us slowly pull us apart?
Till we fall away in our own darkness, a stranger to our own hearts
And life itself, rushing over me
Life itself, the wind in the black elms,
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can’t make it without you
So here’s one for the road, here’s one to your health and to
Life itself, rushing over me
Life itself, the wind in the black elms,
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can’t make it without you
Life itself, life itself, life itself…
Life Itself...... Bruce Springsteen
1st March 2009