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