I've been down where the weeping willows want to be dropping their tears on the lake.
And you know it's the best thing for them, but they're making the same mistake.
It's the way that they speak their mind.
Never caring for the ones that are passing on.
And the truth is you were always kind.
I never told you, I swear my chance is gone.
With the sound of the thunder shaking, it can hold up in your thoughts for awhile.
It's the way you can face a breaking, if you hold with the hilt of a smile.
It's the way we will each get used, never think of the ones we are passing on.
And the truth is I'll always love you.
I just never told you, and now my chance is gone.
And the thunder makes the willows shake.
It's the very thing to make you change your mind.
And the tears are filling up the lake.
It's surprising what will happen with a little bit of time.
Oooh-oh-oooh.
It's the way that we heal ourselves.
Giving thanks for the ones that are passing on.
And the truth is you always have, but I never told you.
Now my chance is gone.

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