Music and lyrics by Bing Futch
Turn your eyes and look behind,
See where you've been;
Swim through every memory,
Swallow every scene.
Nothing can prepare you
For the future unknown,
Except the dreams you've had
Along the path that takes you home.
CHORUS
Caught between a rock and a hard place,
The screen and the window;
You can't see through me,
As hard as the wind blows.
So toughen up baby,
And get ready for the chill,
Because winter is rising
Over the hill.
Used to be a dealer
Of promises true,
Now all your words are second-hand,
What happened to you?
You're just another bullet
Looking for a gun,
Waiting at the station,
But the train never come
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Whispers on the breeze
Sighing of the sun;
Fading far and fast
Now it has begun
The harvest of the heart,
Table my faith
Copyright 2011 JOB Entertainment Inc.
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