Words Can’t Say – Quicksilver Messenger Service

Whoa, who knows how it goes
How long have I gone without drinking?
Wood can burn and wheels will turn
And words won’t say what I’m thinking

The grasses sway turnin’ to hay
Now look at the harvest we’re sowin’
With plenty more pain to come around again
Where green fields of love could be growing

Don’t you know where we’re going is not where we’ve been
I believe it’s the high road we’re taking
And you’ve chosen exactly the place to begin
Cause the changes have been your own makin’, oh

Moving on singing my song
Gotta leave all the sad times behind me
When we find our peace of mind
It won’t take you too long to find me, oh yes

Whoa, who knows how it goes
How long have we gone without drinking?
Wood can burn and wheels will turn
But words won’t say what we’re thinking