One Last Try
I wish I had one last tryhidden somewhere insidebut it's all been spent before
When I reach for itI can sense it in my handand when I try to grasp itit's like sand -- or water through my hopeful fingers
This just won't hold -- holdThis just won't hold -- hold
There's something so half-full about uswe get so little but what we get it tastes so muchwe're always longing for more
Is this the end of the thread?the thread that led me to loose my headover something that started with wonder
This just won't hold -- hold...
And even if a butterfly lives a hundred yearsOr the stream of water turns around in the rivers
You and me -- we'll still be the sameYou and me -- we'll still be the same