A Far Cry From Here

(Malcolm Holcombe)

I've heard misfortune blossoms

And wasted ways before me by the cause

Of giving someone time enough for spending

Love only borrowed

I've placed myself at ease

Listening to the lies and self-belief

Of wanting something close enough for keeping

A far cry from here

But I believe in wasting years

To speaking of the deer who has been spared

Innocence so near

A far cry from here

Even still, the night's passing

Behind a heart, an emptiness still follows

The distance stands the swallow's heart from lending me

Love only borrowed

But I believe in wasting years

To speaking of the deer who has been spared

Innocence so near

A far cry from here

Some are sad of truly knowing

There's belonging in just longing for someone

My shoulder rests a road I only follow

Love only borrowed

But I believe in wasting years

To speaking of the deer who has been spared

Innocence so near

A far cry from here

A far cry from here

A far cry from here