the droge summers blend
two of the lucky ones
Standing on a hill, staring at a mountain; Swallows dive and turn, trying to catch what we can't see; Sure ain't the first time; hope it ain't the last time When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun; We see what we've become -- two of the lucky ones. The wind is gonna blow, trees are gonna sway in kind; And babe, I know you know... that they don't have to try; Sure ain't the first time; hope it ain't the last time When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun; We see what we've become -- two of the lucky ones. For the very first time, there's no words to be found; Opened up our eyes, there was love all around -- When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun; We see what we've become -- two of the lucky ones. Standing on a hill, staring at a mountain.