I stepped in the shadows
I tried living in the light
but my days kept shape shifting
turning into night

through tender charm wood
I'd run to be with you if I could
face my fears but gazing in the mirror
I'm ashamed to show my face
wet with these crystal tears

the memory of side show carnivals
and moonlight serenades
begins to fade
with longer and longer intervals
lost are those days when I felt invincible

and could convince you to stay
but those days are over and all is grey
So I stepped into the shadows
where there lives no month of May

the apache kid