I'd like to know

What makes you stay

While your eyes still search for escape.

You think that I

Don't feel the cold (babe),

But I wait while confessions unfold.

You'll never make a living from reading minds

Or from getting your direction from exit signs.

Look into your heart

And you won't find me there.

You won't find

Me where you hide

And that makes us a matter of time.

Like trees exposed by fall,

Time reveals it all.

Tell me you want to do everything

But you're stuck up to your knees.

And I'm less likely pushed forward

By ambition than a breeze.

But there's a flame

That must be fanned,

And it appears as a beckoning hand.

Don't think cause you're not,

Talking you're being kind,

You've been getting there

Tolls your direction from exit signs.

Look into your heart

And you won find me there.