Where The Light Gets Lost
Rebecca Taylor, Charles Watson
I know how the story goes
Flown from the flagpole at dawn
I had my chance and tried to let you know
I had my chance and this is letting go
But you could be patient babe
Or run away
Might never learn the cost
I'm sorry I could never answer
Where the light gets lost
I'm still sat here waiting up
Not sure if I should go
And search for you yet
Keep thinking that my luck is running up
So maybe I should just place the bet
But I keep on wading out
It's good enough for now
But which stream can you trust
I'm sorry I could never answer
Where the light gets lost
That's us out in the virgin snow
Playfully trading blows
And taking when we must
I'm sorry I could
Never answer where the light gets lost
Where the light gets lost