A river, a mountain to be crossed. The sunshine, in mountains sometimes lost. Around the southside. . So cold that we cried. Were we ever colder on that day.
I see the cold mist in the night. And watch the hills roll out of sight. I watch in every single way. Inside out, outside in. Every day. . The sun can warm the coldest dawn.
Long distance runaround. Long time waiting to feel the sound. I still remember the dream there. I still remember the time you said goodbye. Did we really tell lies.