Winter Park, Colorado

Good Morning she said to me,
As I walked through the door.
It must have been quarter to nine.
But I didn't mind, or bother the time,
Cause at the time I was pulled into her eyes
Are deep, in bloom with the sea,
and I'm helpless,
I'm helpless in my hopelessness.
So I sit and stare,
And imagined this minute without you there.
How meaningless it would be, it would be.
I close my eyes from reality,
And begin to see a new life for the first time.
For the first time, my thoughts are deep,
In bloom with the sea,
And I'm helpless.
I'm helpless in my hopelessness.
Losing strength,
Finding blood that runs thicker than the first time.
Who's to blame?
You point their fingers above.
To anyone but me.
Who's to blame?
You point their fingers above.
To anyone but me, to anywhere but here.
Anywhere but here, oh.
So this charade is over,
Your noble eyes are weary,
And this burden you gave is overwhelming.
So this charade is over,
Your noble eyes are weary,
And this burden you gave,
This burden you gave.
This burden you gave.
This burden you gave.
So maybe I'll move out west,
Where the tears are fresh and the eyes are cold.
And in it's shelter my heart won't welter,
And I can be alone.
I can be alone.
I can be alone.