Everyday I hold you near, You've been gone so far and long. Standing full of my aging fear, I know you're with me babe. So will you reach down into this ground? And give up on that old disguise? Rise up over our heads, Just to see our light. When the summers get long and cold, Maybe we live too hard. But if we reach down into this ground, And give up on that old disguise, Rise up over our heads, Just to see our light.