By: Tim Davis

Winter's people watching

As I sail from season's four

To join some crazy ladies

In a game upon the shore

None of them with broken wings

But still refuse to fly

So with sweetness on my lips

I smile a last goodbye



And now I spend my life

On the velvet side of hell

Aimlessly here searching

For what I cannot tell

The quietness is terrible

It's more than I can stand

But thousands now stand cheering

As my blood flows in the sand



Spoken: You're not the child

You thought you were

You wake up in the night

And know you're blind

And yet they keep on pushing

Trying the insides of your mind

Forever, forever arresting to control

Until the emptiness of heaven welcomes your weary soul



Rise up with the new dawn's early morning

Feel the sunshine warm upon your face

Tomorrow's come a long, long way to help you

Yes, it's your saving grace



Every day, every way

Tomorrow, it's your saving grace

Well, now got no time to worry

Cause I've got no time to hurry

Baby, it's your saving grace

Now don't you lay those blames on me

Don't you play those games on me

Cause baby it's your saving grace

You got to need a little lovin'

Now baby it's your saving grace

Hey, I feel alright

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Your saving grace

Ah, hey, hey, hey

Your saving grace

La la la la la la la la....

Oh baby, it's your saving grace