Streets of Gold - Aviators

I see the golden years behind us

I’m getting scared to move along

My inspiration has subsided

Without a muse to keep me strong

I can’t remember our last victory

Was it the past, or just a dream?

The world we grew to love has crumbled

With my own efforts losing steam

I think I need your hands to lift me

I think I need your light to shine

There lies a trail of fire behind us

From a warstruck, weary time

I’m going to need a guide to show me

To walk me through the streets of gold

When death will meet us at the end

Of our own lost and broken road

I’ve made mistakes that devastated

Too many battles lost to tell

If I could turn back to time to find you

I’d find our confidence as well

So please forgive the tears and whispers

If you are only in my head

Sometimes I want to think you’re listening

When every other voice is dead

I think I need your hands to lift me

I think I need your light to shine

There lies a trail of fire behind us

From a warstruck, weary time

I’m going to need a guide to show me

To walk me through the streets of gold

When death will meet us at the end

Of our own lost and broken road

The last survivor of the fall

Without a will to live at all

The sun is setting as

No one remains my weakened call

I’ve come a thousand miles alone

Passed every kingdom’s empty throne

And I can’t shake the feeling

You’ll arrange the stars to lead me home

I think I need your hands to lift me

I think I need your light to shine

There lies a trail of fire behind us

From a warstruck, weary time

I’m going to need a guide to show me

To walk me through the streets of gold

When death will meet us at the end

Of our own lost and broken road