Grey Weather

Grey Weather just fool me, just tell me anyway.
Despite the careless words you say, I'm always keepin' faith.
Chart the numbers, see a trend, we are movin' in place.
Despite your lack of blowin' over, I'm always keepin' faith.
You'd say, this is not the time for goodbye, it's too late.
You'd say, this is not the time for goodbye, it's too late, it's too late.

In the bright light of morning, at the last leg of the truth,
I call on you to catch me as I'm comin' over that.
Through the nightfog of the beach and the cracking concrete,
Broken wings of reverie leave me always havin' faith.
And you'd say, this is not the time for goodbye, it's too late.
You'd say, this is not the time for goodbye, it's too late, it's too late.