LYRIC FOR SALE

By Brian Fleming

[verse]
In a cabin where the woods fall quiet
In the forest by the shattered tree
Where every breath there holds your silence
And the shadows keep your secrets from me

I found your letter by the dying fire
My tears smeared your words as I read them
Said, “It’s my time to go, the wind is callin’
I’ll be back, my love, just don’t know when.”

[Pre-Chorus]
And I can feel the light of autumn
Touch my skin like a lover’s sigh
And the whispered words, they call my name now
But they never, no never tell me why

[Chorus]
No, I won’t be writing your name on the glass
And I sure won’t be trying to make dead love last
Let the wind take your whispers
Let the rain wash my tears
If you ever make it home again
You won’t find me waitin’ here
No, you won’t find me waitin’ ‘round here

[Verse]
The mossy stones don’t hold our footsteps
And the river sweeps away our past
I heard your voice linger in the twilight,
“All love is fleeting and will never last.”

The path you stepped fades in the forest
I followed it till I lost your trail
I buried your letter by the riverside
Then turned my back as the day grew pale

[Pre-Chorus]
And I can feel the light of winter
Long and low as a last goodbye
And the whispers, they warn me sweetly
But they never, no never tell me why

[Chorus]
No, I won’t be writing your name on the glass
And I sure won’t be trying to make dead love last
Let the wind take your whispers
Let the rain wash my tears
If you ever make it home again
You won’t find me waitin’ here
No, you won’t find me waitin’ ‘round here

[Bridge][increase intensity]
And where were you when the storm came in?
You swore you’d be by me through thick and thin
You swore I’d always be your treasure
Swore your undying love forever
But I guess forever started wearin’ thin

[Chorus]
No, I won’t be writing your name on the glass
And I sure won’t be trying to make dead love last
Let the wind take your whispers
Let the rain wash my tears
If you ever make it home again
Yeah, if you ever make it home again
Oh, if you ever make it home again
You won’t find me waitin’ here
No, no, no you won’t find me waiting ‘round here

[Outro]
There’s a cabin where the world falls quiet
In a forest by a shattered tree
Where every breath there holds my silence
And the whispering pines hold my secrets for me