Jackson Browne. All Good Things. Zeneszám

All good things got to come to an end
The thrills have to fade before they come 'round again
The bills will be paid and the pleasure will mend
All good things got to come to an end

God, I wish I was home laying 'round with my friends
The call of the wild, caution thrown to the wind
The fall of the child where the longing begins
All good things got to come to an end

Like the river flows
Rolling 'til it ends in the sea
Our pleasure grows
Rolling 'til it ends in you and me

Now as the dark gathers into the sky
And legions of might go thundering by
Regions of light grow dim and then die
And we with our wings wait for morning to fly

Like the river flows
Rolling 'til it ends in the sea
Our pleasure grows
Rolling 'til it ends in you and me

Here where the angels have appeared and are gone
Your face like an ember glows in the dawn
But I want you to remember all wild deeds live on
All good times, all good friends

All good things got to come to an end
The thrills have to fade before they come 'round again
The bills will be paid and the pleasure will mend
All good things got to come to an end

All good times, all good friends
All good things got to come to an end