| A Greater Plan
Echoes in an empty room
After he left with what was his
Is all there is
Nothing left to loose
Nothing left here but to wait for the blues
I’ll be waiting by the sea
Waiting till it finds me
I’ll be looking at the waves
Counting the days
Part of a greater plan
To trade the boy in for a man
A hissing through the trees
Turns the season into fall
After all
Winter will mend and comes spring
I’ll be ready for a new beginning
I’ll be singing it out
Singing laladidada
I’ll be waiting by the sea
Waiting till it finds me
I’ll be looking at the waves
Counting the days
Part of a greater plan
To trade the boy in for a man
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