When does the future end?
When are we going to bask under the sun?
Have the wind whistle our memories back to us?
When will we touch those tomorrows
That beckon with their yellow warmth?
When will you ride in and conquer my fears
Calling out and claiming them for your own?
When will you allow me to throw away
The weight of your crazy stone?
When will we tie all the loose ends that bind us?