I whisper your name, when out of the blue sometimes
You lead me on, until I catch you again: Gone…just like the wind
Blowing right through my soul again–cold, cold air.
Breathing into me life again, everywhere
And what if I told you I wanted to hold you
And what if I tried to; I even asked why you
Just wouldn’t let me, or would you forget me?
I’m starting to think that you’re coming around again
I watch you move, slowly across the sand
Close to me, now further, now closer–just like the sea
Flowing inside me; filling me up with your blue…
Drowning around me, you take it all
And haven’t I told you I wanted to hold you
And didn’t I try to; I even asked why you
Just wouldn’t let me, or did you forget me?
‘Cause I’m starting to think that you’re coming around again
Yes, I’m starting to think that you’re coming around…again.
-Words & Music by Neal Locke circa somewhere around late high school or early college (1994?)