I step outside into the light.
And as I walk and talk and say good-bye
I cannot smile, I cannot cry
these feelings so extreme, please tell me why.
why must the season's change
take me away
from ones that I love?
why must the feelings change
and take me away?
I'm crying Lord, please don't fail me now.
Days of dust go rambling by,
running cicles around my dreams and my life.
By the stare found deep in her eyes
A fleeting glimpse of love is passing her by.