Wooden Stairs

Hold your arms out to me
And I will come eventually
I'm hopin' for some time on the other side

"Some things just aren't meant to be"
That's the line that sets me free
Free of all those "maybes... buts..." inside

If we could sit upon those wooden stairs again
Bury myself in your skin, your hair again
Feel myself fall into you again
If we just could sit on those wooden stairs again

Save the place next to you
And I will come back very soon
Once I pick the briars from my eyes

"Some things just aren't meant to be"
That's the line that handcuffed me
There it sits, glowin' deep inside

If we could sit upon those wooden stairs again
Bury myself in your skin, your hair again
Feel myself fall into you again
If we just could sit on those wooden stairs again

Come and whisper in my ear
On second thought, let's make it clear
Tie me to my mast and sing your song

Some things just aren't to be
But here's the part that puzzles me:
Why we never choose to sing along

If we could sit upon those wooden stairs again
Bury myself in your skin, your hair again
Feel myself fall into you again
If we just could sit on those wooden stairs again

Hold your arms out to me
And I will come eventually