The Sun sets at the same time all weekend That’s what they say and I want to believe it’s true I’ve gone looking for moving targets and lo behold Can you imagine my face on Sunday night The shadows move in a wave and they’re right on time The colors blend at the far end I wanted nothing more There are no guarantees, only wishes I want you next to me but how luck changes I won’t be cynical I’ll try my best to have it all and let it go Like 1, 2, 3