We walked across the fields
Through coarse December rain
I knew but could not say
That I'd lost our love again
It will come in waves you said
In tides it will return
The Winter moon took it away
It's another beaches turn
You think that life's an open book
Filled with pictures that you took
You close the book, the story ends
And it was so hard to make friends
You close the book, the story stops
Sometimes you stay down from the knocks
You can't always come out on top
I walked across the hillside
I looked out on the view
It could've been a TV show
If I'd had a bigger crew
I see my life reflected
In pearls shed by your eyes
I wish for pearls of wisdom
Not just tears and long goodbyes
You think that life's an open book
Filled with pictures that you took
You close the book, the story ends
And it was so hard to make friends
You close the book, the story stops
Sometimes you stay down from the knocks
You can't always come out on top
And when I wrote this song
I was on the run
In a gold rush town
You didn't think it was that good
Even though you understood
That life will be an open book
Filled with pictures that you took
You close the book, the story ends
And it was so hard to make friends
You close the book, the story stops
Sometimes you stay down from the knocks
You can't always come out on top
You think that life's an open book
Filled with pictures that you took
You close the book, the story ends
And it was so hard to make friends
You close the book, the story stops
Sometimes you stay down from the knocks
You can't always come out on top