It’s been so long 
I wish [bad word] along 
Watch the seasons pass 
Leaves falling in the grass

Nothing seems [bad word] 
The journey that we share 
We’re made of colors so rare 
Our paths cross unawares

 I hold it close to me 
In the stormy weather 
I wrap the dew drops 
When the morning’s over

 Nothing seems [bad word] 
The journey that we share 
We’re made of colors so rare 
Our paths cross unawares

I took those turns 
Knowing how it burns 
To be so far away 
Each day we find a way

 Nothing seems [bad word] 
The journey that we share 
We’re made of colors so rare 
Our paths cross unawares

I hold it close to me 
In the stormy weather 
I wrap the dew drops 
When the morning’s over