Rebecca Martin
honestly
Is there something I could tell you
That could break the waves to turn this ship around?
Iâm afraid this time Iâll have to
Decide if Iâm to leave or stick it out
Honesty is all I can
Guarantee a simple man
Perhaps the silver lining
Is to try because thereâs no escaping us
Honestly I know you can
Meet me in the deepest canyon
Besides weâre getting old now
With each year gone by
The sands are running out