Someone's late, I'll wait.
In time, time will show.
Someone's cashed in, chances are where chips fall.
Someone's sunset is someone's moon rise.
Someone's red lips speak to someone's blue eyes.

And some may run, and some know fear.
And some wade in a while and let the murky waters clear.
And some just smile.

Someone should go.
He's waiting on a kind hand.
Someone should say, "he's waiting in quicksand".
Someone's less proud, a crowd surrounds a chalk line.
Someone's too loud, sermons save their blood wine.

And some may hope, and some may pray.
And some talk trash, let the talkers have their day.
And some fuck scared, and some suck sad.
And some see their station staying still and going mad.
And some just smile.

Someone makes love.
Love makes someone.
Someone gives love.
Someone takes none.
And some may pass, and some may hold.
And some grow ageless while their body's growing old.
And they just smile, they just smile.
They just smile. they just smile.

Writer : SALLY BOYDEN */ALAN TARNEY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing