When the beat of your mind
Starts to sway out of time
Like the first song of the night
You can say that you won't
But you know oh oh you might
And she's there in the hall
With her praises and all
Yet her hand swears not to tell
Cost a lie to meet you
Fare-the-well
And it seems when you wake
Every movement you make
You can count on your rastful luck
There's a sight or a song
That kicks those feelings up
Its the way you have carried
It over the years
And the feeling its all too fast
You were pouring your heart
From glass to glass
