Silhouette on the Hill

Might have been a seashore / strip of chrome along a car door
Dust in a sunbeam settling on a window sill
But living needs a light touch / don’t wanna love it too much
Don’t wanna cling to that silhouette on the hill

Silhouette on the hill . . . . Silhouette on the hill . . . Silhouette on the hill . . . 

Wish I was a young man / glad I ain’t a young man
Neither one of us could stand to stand still
Time is a natural disaster / and now it’s moving even faster
Dragging me past that silhouette on the hill

Silhouette on the hill . . . . Silhouette on the hill . . . . Silhouette on the hill . . . .
Said the whisperer to the whisperee “come closer dear, come close to me
I might have misunderstood, my hearing ain’t too good
Said the whisperee to the whisperer  “I wasn’t talking to you I was talking to her”
He says “oh snap” goes takes a nap, dreams that scar on his face turns black

In the little town of  Big Toe / under the shelter of a rainbow
They were dipping in the colors and living from thrill to thrill
They ran all out of money / had to live on bugs and honey
Cozying up to that silhouette on the hill
Silhouette on the hill . . .