I’ve been awake all evening to find out when we gonna leave
and I have spent the night looking at time, watching it pass.
The sounds you pick in the wind may be the sign that we desperately need
so we can leave real quiet and be out of sight, peaceful at last.
We’re moving fast and widely, the road will split from here.
Speeding on we’ll be dreaming of the things we’ll never feel.
The radio plays its sweet music we’ll hear this song again.
Natural sounds and the season clouds will lay on us again.
And at the end of spring we’ll find a place to rest underneath
then we’ll be out of sight playing with time, peaceful at last.
The landscape shapes what we’re seeking
a new song and a smile or a kiss,
and every single sign of a new life rising out
We’re moving fast and widely the road will split from here.
The radio plays its slow music it sings for you and me.