歌词
I don't like your tone
Of voice or word choice
It was spur of the moment
In the absence of touch
My thought was sent
I was just in the zone
Waiting for something
First line in a long time
Waiting for spring
It will be here soon and
I'm gonna shoot the moon
Hanging hope on a chance
For something else
Than sun scorched dusty plains
Fruit dried on withered vine
Seed suspended in time
Waiting to touch soil
Waiting for rain
Life got in the way
Of what you make it
Time ticked away
Now live what is lost
We hoped for a day
Never more than a day away
Everything is different
Tho nothing has changed
Mending fences
Tho no second chance
Third time around
Now feet on the ground
I'm gonna share
It's still in the air