From the recording Southern Comfort
Lyrics
(Michelle Malone, Eliot Bronson)
Time on my hands, hands on the wheel
Wheels keep on turning
Could it be true?
Weren't you just here?
Questions keep burning
Maybe I make everything too hard
Get out of my head, into my heart
Up in the air, down on my knees
Will I see you again, if I believe?
I pick up the phone to hear your voice
But you have gone too far
I miss your laugh, your borrowed jokes
Your proud and reckless heart
You always made me feel like I belonged
Who am I now that you have gone?
Up in the air, down on my knees
Will I see you again, if I believe?
Time on my hands, hands on the wheel
Wheels keep on turning
Up in the air, down on my knees
Will I see you again if I believe?
Time has a way of healing all wounds
But that can’t be true
This pain that I feel from missing you
Feels like it will never go away
Believe, believe, believe, believe,
I believe