The passing of time's line The running of the hours Taking away what's mine What's yours, what's ours The outline of your smile Against the evening window The need to stay a while The rain my only foe The shirt you wear outside For warmth before the winter The earings that you hide Each door you use to enter The road to everywhere Far and away from me The sights stealing your stare The colors that you see I'm lost, a stowaway Against the tide of time You let me go astray Waiting and lost in rhyme