THE DAYS ARE EMPTY AND SO IS MY TIME.
THE LIFE I LEAD, SO BLIND.
A GENERATION BEGINS TO GROW.
NOTHINGNESS IS WHAT I KNOW.

FORTY YEARS AND I STILL CRY.
TIME HAS PASSED ME BY.
STILL I WONDER WHEN I'LL GET BACK HOME,
CAUSE I'M HERE ALONE.

ALL I WANT IS ALL I KNOW.
ALL I FEEL IS WINTER'S COLD.
ALL I SEE IS WHAT I FIND.
IT'S HELD INSIDE REFLECTIONS OF MY MIND.

THE LONESOME BREEZE I HAVE IN MY HEAD
TELLS ME THAT I AM DEAD.
BUT WHO IS DEATH TO THINK IT'S RIGHT
WHEN YOU STAND UP AND FIGHT?

ALL I WANT IS ALL I KNOW.
ALL I FEAR IS WINTER'S COLD.
ALL I SEE IS WHAT I FIND.
IT'S HELD INSIDE REFLECTIONS OF MY MIND.
(SOLO)
I WANDER AND ROAM TO PLACES I GO.
THE OLD FOLKS SAY HELLO.
I AM WELCOMED AND HERE I'LL STAY.
FOREVER AND EVER I'LL PRAY. OO!


Written and performed by Wayde K. Brown & The Santairs (Sean B. Crain)
Copyright 2014—All Rights Reserved
Recorded at The CELL BLOCK Studio in Auburn, WA.

Licence : All Rights Reserved