You’ve got a world wide face
And I’ve been away for a year
I’ll hide it in someplace safe
Where even the spies don’t hear
I’ve been a lost long shot
A prodigal son by trade
Somehow the words won’t stop

Time and space
We can be distant
Running a different race
And nobody really wins
And only the fools rush in
And only the frightened wait
I’d rather be foolish than
Be scared of my own mistakes