Being away so long and knowing this time my mind is like the winter rain. In a strange land.

And you hesitate so far still go behind a locked door. You'll find me waiting. Feeling so small. Hold my hands. Don't ever let me go. And then there's something falling.

It's if you find a way back home.

Oh, Lord, please tell. All this time. All. Real. If you walk away. I'll be drifting on my own now be reaching out to you. All I need is you to take my hand and hold. My days are getting colder now. Be that for I can tell it's not. Too late and all. I'm asking. Lord, please help him find a way back home. And all this time I wish that we could talk.