Come Around, written by Michelle Tompkins
I wanted to tell you to go and loosen up
but I know there’s a chance that you’ll take it as an insult.
Honey, who wouldn’t? So I’ll say nothing at all
and I know you’ll come around when you want to
Wish I could explain, got nothing to say, staring out at a straight line
I’m weaving in, weaving out, and the mess I leave behind.
But you’re always going, and darling you don’t stop.
We all need some time and a moment to figure it out.
Getting lost in a daydream. Awake and wandering around
See I know you’ll come around when you want to
Wish I could explain, got nothing to say, staring out at a straight line
I’m weaving in, weaving out, and the mess I leave behind.
You pile and pile and pile the worry on
How long now can you worry til’ it’s gone, it’ it’s gone?
But you’re always going and darling you don’t stop.
We all need some time and a moment to figure it out.
Getting lost in a daydream. Awake and wandering around
See I know you’ll come around when you want to.
Only Temporary, written by Angela Desveaux
It’s only temporary
A time that feels so new,
This thing that gives you heartache, will flow to something new.
It’s only part of living life,
And soon you’ll be freed of,
The good, the bad, the nothing at all,
Embrace the ones you love,
‘cause they’re only temporary too.
They’ll be no talk of wasted time,
no talk behind our backs,
The plans we had and lovers at hand, a place they’ll all soon have.
It’s only part of living life,
And soon you’ll be freed of,
The good, the bad, the nothing at all,
Embrace the ones you love,
‘cause they’re only temporary too.
It’s only temporary
A time that’s been infused,
No beginning or an ending, it flows to something new.
It’s only part of living life,
And soon you’ll be freed of,
The good, the bad, the nothing at all,
Embrace the ones you love,
‘cause they’re only temporary too.
By The Gate, written by Katie Moore
“Wait by the gate,” her darling asked,
“I will not tarry long.”
But it’s been three days since last they kissed
As she slowly turns to sone.
He promised he would hurry back
With a suitcase and a plan.
He’s working on the grandest scheme
To keep them hand in hand.
How long must I wait, how long til I hear back from you?
Too late to save face, in their whispers I hear the word “fool.”
Days flow, the rains fall, can’t make out one drop from another
Oh as I wait for my falsehearted lover
“Come home, come home,” dear mother pleads
And sister begs every day.
But I have not strayed from this here gate
Since first he slipped away.
The old gray stones along the fence,
The green that climbs the gate,
And my forgotten shade of blue
An interwoven fate.
How long must I wait, how long til I hear back from you?
Too late to save face, in their whispers I hear the word “fool.”
Days flow, the rain fall, can’t make out one drop from another
Oh as I wait for my falsehearted lover