Controlling the Weather Machine

I'm tired of running from you
it only takes me nowhere fast
and yet you stand inside my heart
wonderin' where I've gone

telling me to come home
come home

looking outside the sun stands still
I ignore the ringing of the phone

trying to find myself through this murky blue
and you're wonderin' where I've gone
telling me to come home
come home

the choices we make can tear us down
destroying ourselves with the slightest of sound
the choices we make can tear us down
I know its gotten hard for me

controlling the weather machine

nobody said it was easy
just look at me
and you're wonderin' where I've gone
telling me to come home
come home

By: Josh Lasseter. 2000. ALL RIGHTS reserved