Lyrics : David Bowie/Earl Slick
Music : David Bowie/Earl Slick
Some might say
Some stand in the sun
Some are blind
One puts his hand in mine
One disappears, his name isn't written down
One dies on the lawn
His face turned away from it all
Isn't it evening
I forget if it's always this way
I was told it was gold, to this day
I suppose it was always this way
But the memories won't quit
And they tell a story so sad
Isn't it evening
Tears running by
Shaking and terrify
Ones falling down
Nothing remains inside
Broken and cold
His faith lies upon the shore
Fading and thin
One face crushed in lavender
Isn't it evening
I forget if it's always this way
I was told it was gold, to this day
I suppose it was always this way
But the memories won't quit
And they tell a story
Isn't it evening
Isn't it evening
Some are blind
One puts his hand in mine
Isn't it evening
Isn't it evening
Guitar : Earl Slick
Keyboard : Mark Plati
Bass Guitar : Mark Plati
Mixing Engineer : Mark Plati