I’ve been on this long goodbye
this trip of mine for quite some time
hanging on each subtlety
the smell of the breeze, the changing leaves
you don’t know half the things that I hold dear
or what I’d trade to be with you tonight
with roots like radio waves accross the sky
miles high, one another in mind
there I go a gambling man
there I stand to play my hand
oceans wide and skies above
look after the one I love
I may not have told you all I’m running from
or what I’d trade to be with you tonight
with roots like radio waves accross the sky
miles high, one another in mind
something of a bitter past
something of that greener grass
all things tried and true
nothing but my love for you
if only you knew all the things I’d journeyed for
or what I’d trade to be with you tonight
with roots like radio waves accross the sky
miles high, one another in mind