February 11, 1899

February 11, 1899 a song by Amos Cochran on Archodia Music

Eleven o'clock in Grover's Corners by Amos Cochran ,
February 11, 1899 by Amos Cochran ,
When does this feeling go away? by Amos Cochran ,
Choose the least important day in your life. It will be important enough. by Amos Cochran ,
But, just for a moment now we’re all together. by Amos Cochran ,
Just for a moment we're happy. by Amos Cochran ,
We all know that something is eternal. by Amos Cochran ,
A Tuesday. by Amos Cochran ,
They don't understand, do they? by Amos Cochran ,
It goes so fast. by Amos Cochran ,
And what's left when memory's gone? by Amos Cochran ,
They don't understand. by Amos Cochran ,
Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? by Amos Cochran ,
To spend and waste time as though you had a million years. by Amos Cochran ,
You get a good rest, too. by Amos Cochran ,