Turning Away

Words and Music by Christopher Kent

It’s after midnight
Sitting here all alone
Newspaper blowing down the street
Moonlight as cold as stone
Love is so hard to find—
And gone like the wind through an open blind
An open blind

Remember walking under a stormy sky
The smell of rain was in the air
Sadness was in your eyes
Gone to extremes
Two people living their separate dreams
Their separate dreams
Believing in a love that could not stay
You looked in my eyes, and then you were turning away
Turning away

Misunderstandings
So much we should have known
A broken stairway on a hill where the weeds have grown
Thinking we’d find
All of those feelings we left behind
We left behind
And waiting for the words I could not say
You looked in my eyes, and then you were turning away
Turning away

Copyright 1992 by Christopher Kent  All Rights Reserved