Away - Whitney Duncan

Give me a map, give me a road

Take me upon the winds that blow

The fields of dust, the fields of gold

I’ve seen how finest colors fade

The music go to yesterday

We can’t revive what can’t be saved

A way, there’s got to be a way

'Cause it seems that I can’t stay

Away from you

I’m tired of all my compromise

It’s time for me to fight

Away from you

You were the brightened northern star

The perfect temporary scar

The best in words and still you are

You were the center of the sun

The smokin' barrel of a gun

All my goal’s rolled into one

A way, there’s got to be a way

'Cause it seems that I can’t stay

Away from you

I’m tired of all my compromise

It’s time for me to fight

Away from you

A way, there’s got to be a way

But it seems that I can’t stay

Away from you

I’m tired of all my compromise

But it’s time for me to fight

Away from you