Well, the water trickles down the glass
The first will never be the last
At least, not here and not today
The sharp sun’s rays bite at my face
And the howling wind begs me to stay
But I really must be getting home
It might be time for me to go
But that doesn’t mean you have to leave
And winter might be giving us snow
But who’s to say we can’t still believe?
The trees have all cut their hair
They’ve said goodbye and left somewhere
As a sea of fields greet us And push us onward
We’ve curled up and settled in And in this life you can never win
Only hope and pray that you
Can keep what you have
Well, it might be time for me to go
But that doesn’t mean you have to leave
And winter might be giving us snow
But who’s to say we can’t still believe?
Our sleep will become deeper soon
More beautiful than the sun, sea, the moon
That’s ours, and no one can take it. .
It might be time for me to go
But that doesn’t mean you have to leave
And winter might be giving us snow
But who’s to say we can’t still believe?
Our engine will keep on turning
And the stars will smile on us And even when we’re torn apart
I will not lose this love