Scene of the Crime

Scene of the Crime - Bill Mumy

Over yonder down the line

When I'm not long for this world

When the chilly mists of time are through the door

With a whisper in my ear

And your hand inside of mine

I will worry about nothing evermore

I won't miss the sin and tears

Or the struggles and the lies

I won't miss the battles raging on the shore

And but the kiss from your sweet lips

And the smile in your green eyes

Are the real reasons I've been living for

Soon we all will be but silver memories

Flowing through the river we call time

Weaving in and out with different faces

Take your place at the scene of the crime

There are reasons to be found

There are reasons to be lost

Must be reasons why there's rich and why there's poor

But to a better place we're bound

At a pittance of the cost

Where we'll worry about nothing evermore

Soon we all will be but silver memories

Flowing through the river we call time

Weaving in and out with different faces

Take your place at the scene of the crime

There are answers to be known

When this schoolings finally done

I am confident but can't say I am sure

So forgive me when it comes

If I linger for your love

Before I worry about nothing evermore

Soon we all will be but silver memories

Flowing through the river we call time

Weaving in and out with different faces

Take your place at the scene of the crime

Take your place at the scene of the crime