By: Spafford

Played at: 112 shows


Set 1 : 87 times

Set 2 : 22 times

Set 3 : 1 time

Encore 1 : 2 times

Longest Gap: 11 shows

Average Gap: 2.56 shows

Current Gap: 3 shows

Last 3 Show Gap: 2.67 shows


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Lyrics

You walk the corners in the backstreets of my mind,
An ever present watchful eye.
Moment to moment, you're fast forwarding and rewinding,
That perfect spot you've yet to find.
And when that moment comes,
You'll know just what I mean.
Forever, find your resting place.
Here to reform, now free to walk on solid ground.
The seasons change to fit the taste.

If you would let me go, I would just be on my way.

And the separation, Lord it's killing me inside.
And the jesters come to take his price.
With just one remaining joke to play,
his show now over.
No kings within this court remain.
With that shadow growing dark upon your shoulder,
The push and pull brings you around.
Here to reform, now free to walk on solid ground.
A second chance best not to waste.

If you would let me go, I will just be on my way.

You walk the corners in the backstreets of my mind,
An ever present watchful eye.
Moment to moment, you're fast forwarding and rewinding,
That perfect spot you've yet to find.
And when that moment comes,
You'll know just what I mean.
Forever, find your resting place.
Here to reform, now free to walk on solid ground.
The seasons change to fit the taste.

If you would let me.go, I will just be on my way.
If you would let me.go, I will just be on my way.
If you would let me.go, I will just be on my way.