I'm all yours till' the west winds fall,
On a grace that was never yours at all.
The chimes are ringing,
The chords the same;
I was counting on you
As you tilted the rain.
Has all this gray and blue distracted you
From raising me up to the sky?
I let go of the railing as everyone clings.
Praying and grinning as it chimes, open wide
My eyes flood.
The fate of all man kind, it seems,
Is in the space where heaven still exceeds.
You, when you are at your best
Are just a man who failed the test.
Out of the sky, the raindrops bleed from
You, when you are at your best,
Tailed by the sun as it sets.
Will all this learned be taken away
As the gray and blue return?
With my naked eye, I can't see you run,
Shining, rising, and open to the sun.
Staring straight, my eyes flood.
Though the west winds fall and your filled with grace,
I know heaven won't see my face.
Shaken, battered, and it's begun,
Broken, took, and swung out of the sun.
So the west winds take off and you fly again.
I'll be counting on you, and where you've been.
