I'm endlessly forgiven of the way I live my life.
I'm late to come to wisdom and I'm late to see the light.
I asked you for your favorite song,
you played it to me twice.
I knew the words by the time you dropped me home.
Now those memories are distant,
but those memories are nice.
You sustain me for a minute,
but I'm running out of time.
I'm worried about the losses and the love I left behind.
I know I'm gone,
but I don't know where I'm going.
I could have sworn I heard it this morning,
like your voice was a part of that wind.
I felt important when I was yours and
I want it back more than I can admit.
I know,
but I think about you often lately.
I have this dream about returning safely.
Will you be there when I walk down that road?
Will you be there?
Because I'm so scared
that you won't.
Eventually I'll come to see that nothing stays unsaid,
cause it festers in my spirit till I'm restless in my bed.
The dark is kept in business while the joy is left for dead.
I guess the proof for that is now you're not around.
Florence for a minute brought me closer to a God,
closer to the roots of this and why we try so hard.
Why we cry until our vision's blurry just like the facade.
How it lifts you up until it breaks you down.
I could have sworn I heard it this morning,
like your voice was a part of that wind.
I felt important when I was yours and
I want it back more than I can admit.
But I think about you often lately.
I have this dream about returning safely.
Will you be there when I walk down that road?
Will you be there?
Cause I'm so scared that you won't
feel the same as when I left you.
Ancient times,
had a dream about returning.
Is that just my pride?
Will you be there when I walk down that road?
Will you be there?
Cause I'm so scared that you won't.