In time we might walk the straight line But with memories of a grapevine A guitar, as we came close from far Forgot about the war We barely touched As if being watched And even in time We’ll give in to crime We’ll be on the line Pulling our weight
Many miles from where I’m sleeping You share laughter in the evening As do I, in the great divine Yours is mine We’ll find love The kind we’re dreaming of And even in time We’ll give in to crime We’ll be on the line Pulling our weight
