| Lyrics: | (T. van Zandt)
My days they are the highway kind,
They only come to leave,
But the
leaving I don't mind
It's the coming that I crave,
Pour the sun upon the ground,
Stand
to throw a shadow,
Watch it grow into the night
And fill the spinning sky.
Time among
the pine trees,
It felt like breath of air,
Usually I just walk these streets
And tell
myself to care;
Sometimes I believe me,
Sometimes I don't hear,
Sometimes the shape I'm
in
Won't let me go.
I don't know too much for truth,
But my heart knows how to
pound,
My legs know how to love someone,
My voice knows how to sound;
It's a shame that
it's not enough,
It's a shame that it is a shame,
Follow the circle down,
Where would
you be?
You're the only one I want,
I've never heard your name,
Let's hope we meet
someday,
If we don't it's all the same.
And I'll meet the ones between us,
And be
thinking about you,
And all the places I have seen,
And why you were not there. |
