Would you spend the days with me
In the half light of dawn
In the half light of the setting sun?
We would go the dusty roads
Catch the wind in our sails.
We may tumble and fall
You say,
But my dear,
The roads are a-calling.
Let the western wind jostle our soul
Let the tides toss us to shore
Throw caution to the wind
We are running into the storm.