Listen ...
Don't walk away ...
I keep feeling like there's
Something more to say ...
Out of your mouth came a lightening ...
And I don't want to stand in it's way.

The country ...
Is so young and easy ...
I keep hearing a voice
That talks for truth ...
The leaves have taken to yellow ...
The sky is vacant with blue.

Remember ...
Don't lose your places ...
I keep calling your name
But there's no answer ...
And I, of all chosen faces ...
Was given more than words will say.

(Alan's Dad: "Nice Hungarian tune ...")


© 1976 by Alan Horvath | BMI | All Rights Reserved

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