Grey Weather

Grey weather, just fool me,

just tell me I'm right

despite the careless words you say,

I'm always keeping faith

chart the numbers, see a trend...

we are moving in place

despite your lack of blowing over,

I'm always keeping faith

And you'd say,

this is not the time for goodbyes

it's too late

you'd say,

this is not the time for goodbyes

it's too late

it's too late

In the bright light of morning,

map the last leg of the trip

I call on you to catch me as

I'm coming over that bridge

through the mind-fog of the beach and

the cracking concrete

the broken wings of reverie

leave me always having faith

And you'd say,

this is not the time for goodbyes

it's too late

you'd say,

this is not the time for goodbyes

it's too late

it's too late