you remember The tree by the river When we were seventeen? The Dark canjon wall The call an the answer And the mare in the pasture pitch black and baring
win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it I will have the things that I desire And my passion flow like rivers through the sky And after all
foaming like a wave on the ground around your knees and the birds like tender babies on your hand and the old men playing chinese checkers by the trees
the driveway as they wave and ride away then to run inside and curse the open door i once gave to my Rebecca a belated promise ring and she sold it
yellow cotton dress Foaming like a wave on the ground around your knees And birds like tender babies in your hands And the old man playing checkers by the trees
take my life into my hands and I will use it I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it And my passions flow like rivers from the sky But
the worship in their eyes and I will lose it I will have the things that I desire and my passion flow like rivers through the sky oh and after all the
