As we drove on through the Finger Lakes Water shining at our side I was wrestling the demons in my mind But it seemed to me you were reaching for Some places we'd never been Where we'd leave the past
And in my hour of darkness
There's a line between what might have been There are roads we both know But a voice comes down from history
And in my hour of darkness
I have walked by so many rooms And watched you brooding in the dark I spent my youth moving round you Now the sun coming up each day's
And in my hour of darkness