Song Description

ballad

Lyrics

The woman who has survived me sleeps and dreams of things, amazing things. She wakes up cryin' and callin' my name. The sheets are soaking wet with tears from her naked body. On mornings to come I'll see her there. Softly humming a song that I wrote. She'll open and close the levolors, gently resolved to inevitable notes. She's got too much faith to look for a sign. She's got peace in the valley somewhere in her mind. She's got bridges to cross where she's gonna find all of the answers, all in good time. Well I told her so but she wouldn't listen. I begged her down on my knees. But her philosophy had gone and got the best of her and the worst of me. I saw it in her eyes that day: a thousand years had rolled away. She was in her world and I was in mine. Together, apart, for all time. And everyone who came before and everyone who is to come wait to be born and wait to die. We're all here at the sametime. We're all here at the sametime.