Hawkwind

Crystal evenings, long ago,
Twisted winds and weeping snow
We missed a turning in the past,
Is there anything that can last
The race is run, the time is right,
Get out your gun it's time to fight
And all our dreams just turn to dust,
Look to the future forget the past
Mistakes you've made can't be redeemed,
They are made because you dreamed a dream
Honest sunsets turn to paint,