I'm heading straight where I never go
There's no more hiding in these folios
Each page has known what the first one showed
There're still three more hours of sunlight
And in this dream of a cottage on a hill
There was no view of the life that makes it real
Here in May and only the trees
Want to leave like I do
I don't think the good years I've got can wait
So what are we staying for
There's no more hiding in these folios
Each page has known what the first one showed
There're still three more hours of sunlight
And in this dream of a cottage on a hill
There was no view of the life that makes it real
Here in May and only the trees
Want to leave like I do
I don't think the good years I've got can wait
So what are we staying for