Hosanna, come to me, fly like the wind and the waves on the beach
You rode a bird to the sea; I drove my car to the ocean breeze
Open with matchless deviotion
Even when the long letter cries
Waiting for the sun to begin to be more than fire in the sky
But the light is bright
If I am yours, and you are mine, why do I find myself waiting in line?
Tomorrow will come, tomorrow we'll run, tomorrow I'll be waiting on the breeze
But I'm running
Running is something I'm made of
But running don't bring me to truth
Weary to trust in the wind
Like a seed in the sand I begin
Remember when I believed in you?
Even still, dripping with youth
Apparently the key is inside me
And rest is the means to bestow
I thought this was all but alone
Unearthing more than I'd sewn
Butr dreaming about going home
Then my mother, she cried to me, she ran out the door so I couldn't see
And how my sorrow it laid me down, I thought about truth and where it was found
But then one day I, I found that I'd lied
To myself to keep from waiting on reason
I learned when the morning struck twelve again; the day was not over
It was just where it began
Hosanna, come to me, fly like the wind and the waves on the beach
You rode a bird to the sea; I drove my car to the ocean breeze