Slick

Dappled in blue like a midnight moon
Over the mountain
And God we would ride down the steepest side
To the beat of a lone [bad word] 
Never knew what we got into
Always [bad word] Now we find that there’s all the signs
Change is [bad word] Now it seems it was history
Thoughts from a past life
Now it seems only memories
Life making fast time [bad word] on along
And it won’t take long
Those were the last words
Lay in the trees where you’ll always be
Over the pasture

Never knew what we got into
Always [bad word] Now we find that there’s all the signs
Change is [bad word] Now it seems it was history
Thoughts from a past life
So it seems it was memories
Life making fast time
Now it seems only history
Thoughts from a past life
So it seems it was memories
Life making fast time

Dappled in blue like a midnight moon
Never knew what we got into
(Change is [bad word] 

Now it seems only history
Thoughts from a past life
So it seems only memories
Life making fast time