You were looking away from me
Western skies calling you
Colors spilling, running
Dazzling you

I was looking the other way
Voices call from the east
I saw my roots of the trees
There planted at my feet

It could be I'm searching
For a place so small
With room for everything
Where worlds on worlds revolve
But how can we wait?

I wouldn't hold you back

Suppose I was the clever one
And words came easy to me
I could say I was writing a song about you
(You) and me

Maybe that verse is yet to be found
But waits inside of me
A secret room a tangled web to unweave

But how can we wait
Knowing our ways
How can we hold on
Still you know
It's not too late

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): DENNIS ARNOLD DREW, JEROME STANLEY AUGUSTYNIAK, JOHN C. LOMBARDO, MARY JEANNE RAMSEY, ROBERT N. BUCK, STEVEN E. GUSTAFSON