Grant's Stand - Time in Malta

Late summer, early in the fall

August nine three, changed forever the things I see

Your failing crutch was my saving grace

I’ll never get to see your face

Early march, seven one

Can’t prepare you for things we’d go through

Changes that follow us from birth to death, can’t take you away from me

Like our first cigarette lifted and red hot

Burned so fast, like the time we’ve lost

Lonely staring stares facing present scars

Can you hear me?

Feel the love I have for you?

Changes that follow us from birth to death, can’t take you away from me

Sorrow in your passing, take it till I fall down

Wear it on my sleeve

Rise, and take the pain