There are many things that I would rather do
Many many places I would rather be
Splendor wings of ambition
Melted by the sun
To the sea of remorse

Graveyard come
Dogs that bark at night are fearful of the moon
Will the sound of children's toys remain in tune
The same light shines on vineyards
That makes deserts its true
What awaits me if I follow you oh

And all that's behind me
And I flew this time
Never falling
Since your eyes first touched mine

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): STEVE HACKETT