As Our December Sun is Setting
                You may tire of me,
                As we say our long goodbye
                'Cause I'm not who I used to be.

                We'll both journey out to see
                The world, as we escape with a sigh;
                You may tire of me.

                But we've been apart for these years free.
                It makes my hearet want to cry
                'Cause I'm not who I used to be.

                But if alone I must be,
                for some reason I know not why,
                You may tire of me.

                Friends drift in the timeless sea,
                But don't say I didn't try,
                'Cause you're not who you used to be.

                All you have to do is call me,
                And I'll do my best to fly.
                You may tire of me,
                'Cause I'm not who I used to be.

                               ~Luke Madden