from the moment i arrived until the day that i died i was selfish and slow Too Slow To Ride by your side i was so afraid that i began to fade now another bright has turned to gray and someone else’s light will take my place and though i’m getting used to the aftertaste you know i miss your eyes i miss your face and when the sun went dead and the moon was up ahead i finally figured out what i should have said to you then and no one is to blame but we’ll never be the same there’s no use in trying i can’t be what i was