From the recording Southern Comfort [EPK Streaming]
(Michelle Malone, Eliot Bronson)
Lyrics
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