In The Long Run lyrics

She writes him a letter

to see how he's doing,

she stopped up for words

on a pen she keeps chewing,

The light from the window

goes through her graying hair,

the pen on the page is the proof that she still does care

'Cause in the long run

the story's told.

And in the long run

the young grow very, very old

He sits in the park in the dark by his favorite tree,

his mind is all lost in a haze

of how things used to be

She carried him so far but then

had to let him go,

he wanted one more chance at least to let her know

'Cause in the long run

the heat grows cold.

And in the long run

the young grow very, very old.

He doesn't do much now

just sits by the window light

his hair is so long and his unshaven face

so white

His heart feels a part of the breeze that is blowing outside

his eyes now see magic around him

in most times

'Cause in the long run

the story's told.

And in the long run

the young grow very, very old.

She walks in the morning it's best before seven

it's that time of day that seems closest to heaven

She finds herself dancing and singing songs out loud

songs from her childhood

that suddenly come around

'Cause in the long run

the farm gets sold.

And in the long run

the young grow very, very old.

He's ready to go now, he's done with his living

he's gone where he's going he gave what he's giving

A thousand and one times he sat before dinner

a thousand and two times the light's growing thinner

'Cause in the long run

the story's told.

And in the long run

the young grow very, very old.