From Indian Lakes - The Bells | Текст песни

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I'll walk the long way home again.
I was afraid that you would see my face and ask me where I've been.
I'll wait for something to begin, but I'm getting older and my days are wearing oh so thin.
To the creek where we fell in again, but I fell in again and it pulled you in as well.
But I don't think I could learn this wind
Without you there to keep my head up long enough to breathe the air that you breathe too.

To the church where I cast out my sins.
They said I could wash my feet, but never walk again
And we sit in the same seat every Sunday
But I couldn't hear a single word that you said while your hand is barely, barely touching mine.

I woke up in your room alone.
I must have drifted off just staring at your clothes.
Is it yours or is it someone else's now?
No matter the days away,
I'll keep it ready, waiting for the day that you come home.