Far from the Beginning

The colors I'm painting I notice they're changing Now they're fading, I had thought the sun was out Time's been racing, all the birds are flying south Far from the beginning, now we roam Through the overcast Hold my hand as we cross the road Our soul, on our own The promise of dreaming I'm hoping you keep it I can hear it, he's been calling from afar Broken spirit, cradled tight within my arms Far from the beginning, now we roam Through the overcast Hold my hand as we cross the road Our soul, on our own Far from the beginning, now we roam Through the overcast Hold my hand as we cross the road Our soul, on our own