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
(you) and me.
Maybe that verse is yet to be 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
Its not too late.
10,000 Maniacs - A Room For Everything Lyrics
10,000 Maniacs - A Room For Everything Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
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
(you) and me.
Maybe that verse is yet to be 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
Its not too late.
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
(you) and me.
Maybe that verse is yet to be 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
Its not too late.
Writer: DENNIS ARNOLD DREW, JEROME STANLEY AUGUSTYNIAK, JOHN C. LOMBARDO, MARY JEANNE RAMSEY, ROBERT N. BUCK, STEVEN E. GUSTAFSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group