Waterline comes to my window
It seemed like a really good idea at the time
Firelight, birth of a nation
If reason and happenstance could only collide
If we could see half the way home again
Then we would be everything we used to be back then
When are you coming home?
Some say timing is everything
Look toward the newly dawned light in the sky
The writing is on the wall
There's some sort of dialect, its differences
If we could see half the way home again
Then we would be everything
If we could see half the way home again
Then we would be everything
We used to be back then
When are you coming home?
