[00:10.92]Bicycles have drifted through these[00:15.70]Leaves still wet with rain[00:20.66]August now has faded[00:25.43]In the silence of the rain[00:54.92]I remember one Sunday[00:59.35]Riding in through the gate[01:04.60]Three balloons in a white sky[01:11.40]nineteen seventy-eight[01:35.83]Playgrounds where we spent our days[01:40.12]Return within our dreams[01:44.89]What it is[01:47.32]It isn't up to me[01:54.27]I've been driving in my car[01:58.75]On Sunday in the rain[02:03.61]And my life is slipping so...away