Sighting the Sound

Now is the hour and I'm getting away
I hope to see you again someday
I look at the sky but it don't tell me much
I'm using this problem as a crutch

I don't mind
You show the way to the door
I tried it before and I know
Just what it brings to me now
You're sighting the sound

The sun's coming up on the video set
But I haven't canceled the paper yet
The taxi's outside, it's time to go
I hope that the time just doesn't show

I don't mind
If you show the way to the door
I tried it before and I know
Just what it brings to me now

You're sighting the sound
It brings me 'round
To what I know is what I've found
I'm sighting the sound

They caught our flight but I don't want to go
The lump in my stomach's beginning to grow
My knuckles turn white as I'm lifting my bag
I've got this travel bug so bad

I don't mind
You show the way to the door
I tried it before and I know
Just what it brings to me now

I'm sighting the sound
It brings me 'round
To what I know is what I've found
I'm sighting the sound
It brings me 'round

To what I know and what I've found
I'm sighting the sound
I'm sighting the sound
I'm sighting the sound



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Marshall Scott, Malcolm Ian Grant, Paul Christopher Kean, Kaye Adelaide Woodward
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