Back to You

The wind of the late November air
Blows hard against the sun
Pines holding hard from the chill
See, December ain't waiting for daylight
For the minds to be made, of the children
That come from the hill
And I will make it back to you

Ain't every day my skin can feel daylight
Yet my eyes are open wide
Working ain't the only way to live
Legs of oak rooted firmly where I stand
Reaching out towards you hands
But your head is down, your arms are folded into you
And I'll try to make it through to you

The winter falls of longing and the pulls
Of all our chances ever come to pass
While we were standing still
A picture of one nights open sky
But the stars ain't the same
Daylight must have worn them all away
But I can't make it back you



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Demar
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