When time fades into winter, |
and you can't berive the past, |
when your hope fades to despair, |
and even that won't last, |
You find yourself wondering, |
just how it felt to feel, |
because now your world's a quagmire, |
and nothing seems quite real, |
The things that you had counted on |
have up and flown away, |
they've come and gone and left again |
and never stayed the day, |
and now the night is closing in |
and the clouds are pouring rain, |
and the thunders are clapping up ahead |
and there's naught to stop the pain, |
you wish that things were well again |
but you've got no good recourse, |
I'll tell you what it is that you must do: |
just step left and I'll be there. |