to come apart in mountain tops
is to come apart in rain
every note creates a picture of
a road worn over again
you speak of me in memories
but what memories detain
'cos if you don't know what you want
then what you want won't wait
and it sparks until the centre
as an epilogue it waits
it's a centre of attention
and it's the road we won't leave behind

so far away
and i'm free from the skies
but i can see the devil hiding
in the circles around your eyes
what do i signify when
lifetime's a wait
i can see that look in northern faces
and looks are made from far-off places

maybe the life waits over the hill
over the hill while i wait