I'm thinking 'bout you and catching alight
blinded for things I could see
I sure did loose my lady some night
still I look for a reason to be
without you my darling there's only one will
to reminisce and regret
no need to say, that I'm so hurting still
I keep looking for clues to forget

 

Well we both did agree it is better this way
but I knew I was lying
a smiling face is so hard to maintain
and I can't hide this fear in my cries
but it must be wind or dust in my eyes

Some say it's better to pack up and go
some say I gotta hold on
and give it a try, a dozen or so
to make sure that our love has gone

 

Drifting apart and we move on each day
a part of me keeps dying
I just need someone to help me explain
who's guarding me and simply implies
that it must be wind or dust in my eyes
yes it must be wind or dust in my eyes