Pass the time it takes to the middle Find the long way back to home Where we could have met at our high school Or some place between us both Pass the time and take what we needed Leave a space to change our minds Spend the months of deep hesitation Where the cold cuts like a knife And I want to say that I'm sorry And in some ways that's the truth But I hope you know that I followed Where the past brought me to you With the sense that love Could be a waking sound There'll be a waking sound At the end that you thought was the end Was the end Was the end Set down, remember the way the brightest tide sounds The break in the snow that slowly drifts south The end that you'd thought was the end Was the end Was the end And so, I wrote down When I was scared and knew that somehow Her name and the rain would finally fade out Repeating the end of the end At the end At the end There'll be a waking sound There'll be a waking sound To start again