Gerry Beckley
Gerry Beckley
Gerry Beckley
Gerry Beckley
Gerry Beckley
Gerry Beckley
Gerry Beckley
Gerry Beckley
Gerry Beckley
Gerry Beckley
Gerry Beckley
Gerry Beckley
Gerry Beckley
Gerry Beckley
From this day on, I'll watch the setting sun
As if it might be my last
And as I view the changing color hue
I see the long shadows pass
Van Go Gan, Van Go Gan
Get a a grip, if you can
Van Go Gan, Van Go Gan
Watch it slip through your hands
And through these eyes, all the starry skies
In my mind will explode
As I lie in my bed at night
I see my lifeline erode
Van Go Gan, Van Go Gan
Grab ahold, if you can
Van Go Gan, Van Go Gan
Something I understand
So much waiting, sentimental memories
Hesitating, maybe I'm just a wanna be
Van Go Gan, Van Go Gan
Get a grip if you can
Van Go Gan, Van Go Gan
Watch it slip through your hands
Van Go Gan, Van Go Gan
Something I understand