High to low
The morning comes, the wait is over
Time to go
An older tale, some other face in line
Shame it's not mine
Survived to show
A warning sign of indecision
Eyes aglow
A rising sun begins a lonesome climb
As tears are run dry
Of all the things I've ever dreamed
I never thought I'd see you cry
Of all the things, a certainty
I never thought I'd see you cry
Winding home
Sentimental drifting over
Quiet roads
With every step, another place in time
Stays in your mind