Lyrics – “Wasting Away”

From the self-titled album by Dave Adkins
Songwriter: Randall Hylton

Oak trees scatter leaves on the river
While acorns wash up on the glade
A squirrel gathers food for the winter
And I sit here wasting away


Oh, if dreaming could make me your darling
I wouldn’t be lonely today
If wishing could bring back the good times
I wouldn’t be wasting away

I stare at the trees in the water
Until the reflection turns gray
The fog settles low on the poplars
And me, I’m just wasting away