Ames

Well, the water trickles down the glass
The first will never be the last
At least, not here and not today

The sharp sun’s rays bite at my face
And the howling wind begs me to stay
But I really must be getting home

It might be time for me to go
But that doesn’t mean you have to leave
And winter might be giving us snow
But who’s to say we can’t still believe?

The trees have all cut their hair
They’ve said goodbye and left somewhere
As a sea of fields greet us
And push us onward

We’ve curled up and settled in
And in this life you can never win
Only hope and pray that you
Can keep what you have

Well, it might be time for me to go
But that doesn’t mean you have to leave
And winter might be giving us snow
But who’s to say we can’t still believe?

Our sleep will become deeper soon
More beautiful than the sun, sea, the moon
That’s ours, and no one can take it

It might be time for me to go
But that doesn’t mean you have to leave
And winter might be giving us snow
But who’s to say we can’t still believe?

Our engine will keep on turning
And the stars will smile on us
And even when we’re torn apart
I will not lose this love