You Standing There
I went nuts anyway
The priests are pining in the hay
Your little song is sung away
Guess who’s been after you
Guess who’s before you
Seasons turning, looks like wind
Will be coming back again
Will be coming back again
Light has come, remembering
You standing there in that thing
Busted out again until the dawn
Comes creeping across the meadow lawn
And time and space around you gone
You’re looking into blackest night
Your fortune love has gone away
Aw, it’s here to stay