Grey weather, just fool me, just tell me I'm rightndespite the careless words you say, I'm always keeping faithnchart the numbers, see a trend...we are moving in placendespite your lack of blowing over, I'm always keeping faithnnAnd you'd say, this is not the time for goodbyesnit's too latenyou'd say, this is not the time for goodbyesnit's too latenit's too latennIn the bright light of morning, map the last leg of the tripnI call on you to catch me as I'm coming over that bridgenthrough the mind-fog of the beach and the cracking concretenthe broken wings of reverie leave me always having faithnnAnd you'd say, this is not the time for goodbyesnit's too latenyou'd say, this is not the time for goodbyesnit's too latenit's too late