You were looking away from me western skies calling you.. Colors spilling running dazzling you.. I was looking the other way voices call from the east. I saw my roots of the trees there planted at my feet.. It could be I'm searching for a place so small. with room for everything where worlds on worlds revolve.. But how can we wait?. I wouldn't hold you back.. suppose I was the clever one and words came easy to me.. I could say I was writing a song about you and me.. Maybe that verse is yet tobe found but waits inside of me. a secret room a tangled web to unweave.. But how can we wait knowing our ways. how can we hold on. still you know it's not too late.