| Last Place You Look |
| The grass is always greener as I'm sure that you have found If I find my way back on the last leg of this trip I'm betting I'll find you there As long as its constantly changing As long as its constantly sound If there's no sense of impending danger There's no sense in hanging around for the winter If I'm not going to be in your arms around me... What have I got if you're there ? We'll be home in December The leaves dont fall from the trees As long as you remember you are always with me It's not my place to find it Not something that I get to choose Don't be scared 'cause your not something I'm willing to lose I'll bet you'll find it in the last place you look |