This is another of my songs. I call it After The Gold Rush. I wrote it because I didn't think that only Neil Young could have a cool song called After The Gold Rush.
It's about someone that's been watching the good things get away from him.
Lyrics
Here I go again, getting there late
But the party had to start, no one could wait.
I'm taking my shoes off at the door, you're putting yours on.
Guess I'm glad that I got here before you were gone.
Feels like my wagon arrives after the gold rush
When all the nuggets have been found.
When everybody has moved on
And all of the gold is gone.
The sun's already risen and you're getting married today.
You cannot know how I feel, you're too swept away.
Pocket full of poseys, I guess I should move on.
You're standing before God, yet you're already gone.
Feels like my wagon arrives after the gold rush
when all the nuggets have been found.
When everybody has moved on...
And all of the gold is gone.
