More than once around. More than once so near. Left standing here to witness. Summer blowing town. . But it all works out. In it's own sweet time. What comes to mind is forgiveness.
Staring down these days ahead. And the days gone by. All these regrets. Best make room for love. . Seems we're always racing. With trouble too close behind.
So young. So young at the start. So strong that it left its mark. Upon our hearts. So young. . So strong. So strong we had no choice. We're pulled along by the ancient voice.
The world is a very small place. And before we know. We're back in our own space. . Some dusty things to remind us. All of our time on earth. How sweet and precious it was.
Strange how their love bloomed in the winter. Only to vanish in the spring. It never fails to make him shiver. To see the outline of her wings. . Where she made her last snow angel.
Several miles have come between. All for the best it seems. And just in case you're listening to this song. I will make it clear that I still love you.
Famous disappearing act. Kills 'em every time. The willing subject sneaks out back. And leaves her space behind. . Life is not a parlor trick. There's no slight of hand.
Well a bad day is when I'm up in the air. A better day is when I'm in repair. Like this it's always been. Oh but then again. I seem to recall a time when.
There's a portrait on my wall. A map of a friend. Confer to where I call. On whom I can depend. My imaginary back door. I have a saint Bernard. Oh my lord.
When the world is wearing me down. And the wind is throwing its weight around. So cold, it blows right through me. . I need your love. I sure could use your love.
Riverbed. I'll lay my head upon your pillow. And watch the waves go flowing by. Riverbed. Underneath the weeping willow. I'll sleep until the sunlight fills the sky.
Pretty little cemetery on a summer's day. Walking with my family, stopping on the way. To read the epitaphs and wonder at the graves. Pretty little cemetery on a summer's day.
Caught in the middle. Of a daydream of you. We're lost in this riddle. Where they keep the answers up above. . There's a reason for our love. There's a reason for our love.
of all the virtues known to man. patience is one i understand. it's in the coming through the coming through. where it pays off in the end. . we've all been distracted by the unreal.
wonder of wonders our eyes behold. this scaffold of stars but look under for truth be told. we're leaving a scar on everything we've found. and we're going into town for one last round one last round.
Here's the story of a poor loser. From the wrong side of the street. Yes, he's a born loser. It's the world he's trying to beat. And though he once tried to cross over.
You can count on many things. To let you down. You can take you plans. And stick 'em six feet underground. But wouldn't your time be better spent. On days to come?.
Nowadays I hear your heart. Beating when I can't understand. And everywhere I go. There's love at hand. . Nowadays I feel your arms. Wrap around my fears in the night.
At times I'm saddled by this nagging doubt. And the light so dim. Through this confusion my heart goes traveling. On a whim. . It's a cold and rainy day but it feels so right.