(Olson/Louris) it's taken you so long, where can you be I would have laid my life down for you nothing seems real, nothing seems real now that you're gone have you seen the sisters blue-eyed curls of gold Helen, no one there to be seen the sunlight looks down stripped bare to the ground held by the leaves been crowded in the wings mostly I don't mind been crowded in the wings then it's you I find then it's you I find then it's you I find two hundred yards in front of the man he could never see his way to another day this time meant the same cold, cold, cold, cold once again been crowded in the wings mostly I don't mind been crowded in the wings then it's you I find then it's you I find then it's you I find you brought me to the mother of mountains you brought me to and no one reads to you at night and all your lies came to pass just something I said made you turn your life in been crowded in the wings mostly I don't mind been crowded in the wings then it's you I find then it's you I find then it's you I find been crowded in the wings . . .
