Small Towns And Tiny Faces
©1991 Dakota Sid Clifford


It ain't easy getting older, watching things you've grown to love
Disappearing o'er your shoulder, chasing what you're dreaming of
Then the dreams, they don't come easy, then they don't come anymore
And you're left there with a memory. Maybe that's what dreams are for

        Small towns and tiny faces, flash shadows of the past
        Like the feeling of a day-dream, ain't no way to make it last
        Small towns and tiny faces, they can bring a man to tears
        Looking back to find the traces, getting lost among the years

Instrumental:

All my friends down at the bar-room, they don't call much on the phone
They ain't wonderin' what I'm doin'. They've all got problems of their own
I watch my kids up by the dogwood, I get to thinkin' about my Dad
I get this empty, lonesome feeling, for something I never had

        Small towns and tiny faces, flash shadows of the past
        Like the feeling of a day-dream, ain't no way to make it last
        Small towns and tiny faces, they can leave a soul in tears
        Looking back to find the traces, getting lost among the years