If it's any consolation
Or if you have felt misled
Taking little time to ponder
Or remember what's been said
What's been said
Laying down among the dogwood
In the corners of my mind
Seems the faster that I'm running
The more I fall behind
Meandering lines to the morning
I awoke to feel your anger
And it caught me by surprise
The more we polish up our silver
The less it seems to shine
Meandering lines to the morning
Meandering lines to the morning