I have known you.
I have felt your familiar touch.
I know it can mean, oh so much.
Maybe I'll see you aroun' again,
or in another town again.

I'm waiting for the paint to dry,
meanwhile I'm asking who and why.
Now you don't understand,
or maybe you just never can.
Well that's alright, but if you ever can,
just let me know what it might mean.
But everyday is a step unseen my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.

When I was a young boy,
so much younger then I care to enjoy.
Every calender I ever did touch,
well it was a paper and didnt mean much.
Now I know so many dates and days.
Some I adore and some give my gaze a glaze.
But everyday is a step in a maze my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.

What's more?
And what's less in this mess?
So far as I can see the car,
is stopped at the light,
and I don't see another in sight.
I don't need to wonder where we are,
no matter where, we are under your shining star.
But everday is a step on a rope so tight my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.

At times it seems,
that our lives are fabric.
And at times there are rips in seams,
and we can always fix a small tick.
But you can't fix a rip my dear,
because this store has no patch.
Don't you fear it though,
in time you will learn to sow.
But everyday is a step in deep snow my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.

Nights, days, and the midsummer blaze.
These are the environments,
and the subtle hints.
That I need her so bad,
because when it was her I had.
Well these things were gentle stings,
because I had her to break them with me.
Now it appears, for the sake of my darkest fears,
that I must go through time without her sublime.
But everyday is a step that takes years my friend,
because she's gonna be there beyond the end.

There she goes, and here I come.
In the morning Sun only she knows me.
If we were done, why did she say hello?
When she could have packed up,
and been all too ready to go.
I know our fire is strong,
and I know we know our love.
I don't long for another,
but can we make it this time,
loving the other, and beat the rhyme?

She's on her way,
and it is here that I stay.
If I could have left,
well I would have already.
But for a reason unknown,
she has committed a theft on me.
Because no matter what is ahead,
I just can't see what it is,
that is alone in her heart.

Here she comes, and there I go.
Walking down a road I don't know.
I know from the start it won't last,
but to go back to my past is too much.
Whether it's bravery or forgiveness I lack,
it won't make such a change in what I see.
Now isn't it strange how we can't leave,
yet I bet I could never trust,
or believe it when you say it's only me.