Wooden Stairs - Cowboy Junkies

Hold your arms out to me

And I will come eventually

I’m hopin' for some time on the other side

«Some things just aren’t meant to be»

That’s the line that sets me free

Free of all those «maybes… buts…» inside

If we could sit upon those wooden stairs again

Bury myself in your skin, your hair again

Feel myself fall into you again

If we just could sit on those wooden stairs again

Save the place next to you

And I will come back very soon

Once I pick the briars from my eyes

«Some things just aren’t meant to be»

That’s the line that handcuffed me

There it sits, glowin' deep inside

If we could sit upon those wooden stairs again

Bury myself in your skin, your hair again

Feel myself fall into you again

If we just could sit on those wooden stairs again

Come and whisper in my ear

On second thought, let’s make it clear

Tie me to my mast and sing your song

Some things just aren’t to be

But here’s the part that puzzles me:

Why we never choose to sing along

If we could sit upon those wooden stairs again

Bury myself in your skin, your hair again

Feel myself fall into you again

If we just could sit on those wooden stairs again

Hold your arms out to me

And I will come eventually