Fool's Gold
Heading out to California, Summer of 49.
Yours, mine and ours, everything we left behind.
Standing on the edge of tomorrow. Just like the songs of old.
Running in the night chasing that fool's gold.
She comes like a tidal wave, lips soft and warm.
Turn it on just for a minute teasing with her charm.
Standing on the edge of tomorrow, singing songs of old.
Loving just for the moment, chasin' that fool's gold.
Midnight searching for the morning, daylight out of reach.
You walk way out of practice with everything you preach.
Bowled over losing ground singing songs of old.
Running in the night chasing that fool's gold.
Make your way straight ahead through phonies and frauds.
Stop, reshuffle your deck, the thunder of applause.
Come along search for tomorrow sing a song of old.
Step up into the light chasing that fool's gold.
© 2024 Faron Collins Music/Silver Box Productions/Chrome Film Entertainment
℗ 2024 My Own Records