it was back in my home town drinking whiskey from the bottle it was an indian summer wild fires were burning i didn t know it was the last time you never know when it s the last time i didn t know it was the last time i walked miles after midnight to a filthy attic room i can still evoke the stale smoke of his cigarettes cigarettes cigarettes i didn t know it was the last time you never know when it s the last time i didn t know it was the last time tim was on the sidewalk with his empty ocean eyes he was smiling like a shadow and would never age never age never age i didn t know it was the last time you never know when it s the last time i didn t know it was the last time a vision blurred through colored glass the white washed walls of summer s passed the smoldering i do recall the hopeless fade the way we fall  the way we fall the way we fall the way we fall