Story - The White Buffalo

I’ll tell you a story

Of how the past it lies, it dies

All of your regrets and all of your glory

Oh, how the time it flies, flies bye

She said, «I leave at two

Memories of old fade with the new

Good times and bad we’ve had a few»

Help me to understand what can I do

Bye, she said, «We are through,

we once stuck together but we lost the glue,

we became one but now add up to two

it was never up to me or to you»

She don’t need me no more

Time will forget her I’m sure

I’ll shut it down but there they go,

thoughts of her fleeting.

I wish that I could keep them

repeating