The shadows of the evening are stretched out
As the day goes away the world turns about
The darkness swallows the light whole
Thoughts linger on matters of the soul
As clay we are placed on the potter's wheel
Molded and made with hearts and minds that think and feel
Wading through the waters of time
Seeking after the one thing we all wish to find
What's right what's wrong?
How does one let go of what's already gone?
Lonely wounded hearts, struggles of the mind
I'd tell you how I feel I'd tell you what I think
But that might be walking too fine a line
It's all about asking to take a chance
It's all about believing you can overcome any circumstance
Gentle as a summer's eve, soft as the rain
How can such beauty cause so much pain?
What's right what's wrong?
How does one let go of what's already gone?
Lonely wounded hearts, struggles of the mind
I'd tell you what I think I'd tell you how I feel
But that might be walking too fine a line