Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Earl Slick
Guitar
David Bowie
Lead Vocals
Mark Plati
Keyboards
Bob Clearmountain
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl Slick
Songwriter
David Bowie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Plati
Producer
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Some might say
Some stand in the sun
Some are blind
One puts his hand in mine
One disappears his name isn't written down
One dies on the lawn
His face turned away from it all
Isn't it evening
I forget if it's always this way
I was told it was gold to this day
I suppose it was always this way
But the memories won't quit
And they tell a story so sad
Isn't it evening
Tears running by
Shaking and terrify
Ones falling down
Nothing remains inside
Broken and cold
His faith lies upon the shore
Fading and thin
One face crushed in lavender
Isn't it evening
I forget if it's always this way
I was told it was gold to this day
I suppose it was always this way
But the memories won't quit
And they tell a story
Isn't it evening
Isn't it evening
Some are blind
One puts his hand in mine
Isn't it evening
Isn't it evening
Writer(s): David Bowie, Earl Slick
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