When Push Comes to Love - William Elliott Whitmore

Go where you may

And do what you will

I’ll see you again on a summer day

And I know I’ll love you still

I can’t seem to understand

But you’ve got my heart in your hands

The dawn’s early light has now faded to grey

The ashes from the fire we had last night

Have all blown away

I can’t seem to understand

But you’ve got my heart in your hands

You’re the rainstorm, a fire, and a trainwreck

All wrapped up in ribbons and lace

You’re a fistful of roadside flowers

Arranged just so in a dime store vase

I can’t seem to understand

But you’ve got my heart in your hands