Third Thoughts

It's a year to the night

You left in dying light

Yeah, you were yearning

For the sun on your skin

Through the lone wintertime

I warmed myself with ginger wine

When the branches out there

Were no longer bare

It began to wear thin

I awoke to a world transformed

In the wake of a thunderstorm

A sliver of road

Suddenly showed

Where the sycamore was

So I watch while the cars

Flicker quietly past

And I can't keep from hoping

One could be yours

In vain of course

It's a little late for second thoughts

It's a little late for second thoughts

It's a little late for second thoughts

It's a little late for second thoughts