Waiting to be brought about She turns before the grand revealAnd every time she chickens out Those old familiar doubts she feelsSongs about a life unlived Gifts she could not promise youShe'd lie across the bed and give But is that a song you'd want to do?The greatness of this moon Pulls its concrete over your bedAnd in the darkness of this room She needs you and you'll rise like breadWould you just lay back and rest With one little time you'd share that bedBut you're loving on the ground abreast Half asleep and half in dreadBut you're loving on the ground abreast Half asleep and half in dread
