We made connections on connecting flights to Delaware and train stations, Coaches of the stage, we made our way on veins of nations,
I saw you in the hallways, in the booths to lines of home,
All we can do is hope and wish someones there to pick up the phone,
Both our lives, it's all our lives, and we can only wait,
But I promis you this, it wont be late to say what you mean,
Say what you've seen, just say what you mean
I mean I've said a thousand times, these trees are always green,
They can be because they are, they're standing because they will,
But still, we have a helping hand, which sand does not pass through,
We just have to choose to hold, stand firm, but make your move
Climb out my friend, climb out right now, and look at all this beauty,
Our faces may be muddy, but the water has its duty,
We fish for fun and not for necessity, he said to me,
One time a man, a man he said these words and said obsessively,
"The trees around this lake make a perfect place to hide,
from the darkened world around, while the sun shines on these tides"
The ties we'll have forever, can hardly ever be forgot,
We choose to have connections, to the questions we had sought.