(Malcolm Holcombe)I’ve heard misfortune blossomsAnd wasted ways before me by the causeOf giving someone time enough for spendingLove only borrowedI’ve placed myself at easeListening to the lies and self-beliefOf wanting something close enough for keepingA far cry from hereBut I believe in wasting yearsTo speaking of the deer who has been sparedInnocence so nearA far cry from hereEven still, the night’s passingBehind a heart, an emptiness still followsThe distance stands the swallow’s heart from lending meLove only borrowedBut I believe in wasting yearsTo speaking of the deer who has been sparedInnocence so nearA far cry from hereSome are sad of truly knowingThere’s belonging in just longing for someoneMy shoulder rests a road I only followLove only borrowedBut I believe in wasting yearsTo speaking of the deer who has been sparedInnocence so nearA far cry from hereA far cry from here