But it's all too late
Untie the hands of fate, my love
The pavement's broken glass
under the overpass, my love
A futile show
of faith, I know, but that's OK
I must believe
that I can give and receive myself back anyway
The breeze so bold
it cuts with cold, through flesh and bone,
and all I see
is you and me when I'm alone
The river runs
and still the sun will rise and set
A soothing thought
and I am not forsaken yet
Too many times,
I draw the lines that hinder me
but now and then
I smile within our memory
Is it still too late?
Untie the hands of fate, my love
We could be free at last
under the over...
We could be free at last, my love
©1992 Dolph Chaney