From the recording Fleeting Glimpse

Celebrating life in the center of your grief.
Mist on Buzzard Rock trying to hide the Alleghenies.
Biking in Ireland.
Pub in the middle of nowhere.
Jam sessions.
Struggling in pain.
Missing people you admire.
 
 

Lyrics

Bicycle wheels on the crooked road
God knows it feels like you can't grow old
Wind in your hair, and the blackbirds rattle their song
Hornpipes and hoedowns, slipjigs and shuffles riding along, riding along
 
This earthbound air is too dense to breathe
Your distant stare says you're ready to leave
Somewhere like this, but somewhere without the pain
Remember the warmth of that miracle tavern in the Westmeath rain, in the Westmeath rain
 
Edge of the rock, lean on the wind
Spiral aloft, circle round again
Until the mist obscures the view
One final fleeting glimpse of you
 
Atlantic waves pounding my mind's door
Last time we played was on the other shore
Silence at sunset and the disillusioned dawn
I still want to see you; how can you continue to be so gone, to be so gone?
 
Edge of the rock, lean on the wind
Spiral aloft, circle round again
Until the mist obscures the view
One final fleeting glimpse of you