You were looking away from me,
western skies calling you.
colors spilling, running
dazzling you.
I was looking the other way
voices call from the east
i saw my roots of the trees
there planted at my feet.
It could be i'm searching
for a place so small
with room for everything
where worlds on worlds revolve.
but how can we wait?
I wouldn't hold you back.
Suppose i was the clever one
and words came easy to me
i could say i was writing a song about you
(you) and me.
Maybe that verse is yet to be found,
but waits inside of me,
a secret room a tangled web to unweave.
But how can we wait
knowing our ways,
how can we hold on,
still you know
its not too late.