It's a year to the night
You left in dying light
Yeah, you were yearning
For the sun on your skin
Through the lone wintertime
I warmed myself with ginger wine
When the branches out there
Were no longer bare
It began to wear thin
I awoke to a world transformed
In the wake of a thunderstorm
A sliver of road
Suddenly showed
Where the sycamore was
So I watch while the cars
Flicker quietly past
And I can't keep from hoping
One could be yours
In vain of course
It's a little late for second thoughts
It's a little late for second thoughts
It's a little late for second thoughts
It's a little late for second thoughts