A Widow's Toast

D Specters move like pilot flames G Their widows toast at St. Angel D Better times collide with now G The tears were warm, I feel them still D Their heat to vapor and disperse G And cloud our eyes with weary glaze D You raise your glass and may exclaim, G "I'll put my hands on the truth by God" D But it's faster, love, than you and me D/F# Faster than the speed of gravity D D/F# That's how it catches you from falling G D And how it always, always, always slips away D Specters move like pilot flames G Their widows toast at St. Angel D Better times collide with now Bm And better times G D And better times are coming still