Naivety Is a Goldmine
My memory is still carrying
Those thoughts of yours
In that pub on the corner
You just talked and talked
I was fishing for an answer
In my pint of gold
If I would have got your number
I would have called and called
Searching all the barrooms
For the echo of you voice
For the echo of your reasons
Or that melody of yours
But you're just a tale now
That I have told and told
For some forgotten, for me still gold
For some of us naivety's still golden
For some of us these tales won't be forgotten
Writer/s: Happy Trails
