Arms too empty, heart too true
Voice too distant, eyes too blue

The wet stone echoes sound to me
The foofalls hers alone
She walks on, she moves on
dream and sweet reality
If she returns are one
and I hold on, yes I hold on

Arms too empty, heart too true
Voice too distant, eyes too blue
She walks into a sideways rain
hands tucked under her arms
It's cold out there and it's cold in here