BEC

Sitting on the back porch now swaying and staying He phases out And holding all the insults in She turns to him, watching every single move he makes Yet the days keep passing by Go through that door He can't see the end from the beginning Go through that door He can't see the end from the beginning He's pacing cross the floorboards now He holds his arms out Looks away into the fields And Resting but silently still The Setting sun Overshadows this moon Yet the nights keep passing by Go through that door He can't see the end from the beginning Go through that door He can't see the end from the beginning I wonder if I should stay the night Or if that would cross your state line Maybe I'll just linger here for a while How will that, how will that sit on your mind