A Sign

A Sign

I wish there was a sign

I wish some sort of divine intervention would sweep us away

I’m pushing back the times

You would change your mind

Would you walk away

I’m holding you in, I’m holding you out----at arm’s length

I’m tasting freedom

I’m in your heaven coming down to earth

I wish there was a prayer

I wish some sort of heart in this darkness would turn us to love

I’m reeling in the years

Would you change your mind

Would you walk away

You’re holding me in, You’re holding me out----at arm’s length

I’m tasting plenty

I’m in your heaven coming down to earth

I’m tasting plenty

I’m in your heaven coming down to earth

Monday, May 26, 2008

Written many moons ago, the tune came when putting a young one to bed.

And this recording is not perfect.