to come apart in mountain tops

is to come apart in rain

every note creates a picture of

a road worn over again

you speak of me in memories

but what memories detain

'cos if you don't know what you want

then what you want won't wait

and it sparks until the centre

as an epilogue it waits

it's a centre of attention

and it's the road we won't leave behind



so far away

and i'm free from the skies

but i can see the devil hiding

in the circles around your eyes

what do i signify when

lifetime's a wait

i can see that look in northern faces

and looks are made from far-off places



maybe the life waits over the hill

over the hill while i wait