Melted wax on the seats inside Fingers crossed, this old girl can make it Cover your eyes, now the sky is burning Grip that chair so tightly, might break it And now there's fire in the fields and the swaying pines Hold your breath, it's about to get a little wavy Torch the place and the book of lies All these roads seem to lead to somewhere crazy Crazy Ooh well it seems we landed on the right stone At the wrong time Ooh well it seems we landed on the right stone At the wrong time Birds lift into the seasons flight Heard them say, "This old stone's amazing" Stuttering words now my mind is bursting Miss that time we shared an oasis And now there's fire in the fields and the swaying pines Hold your breath, it's about to get a little wavy Torch the place and the book of lies All these roads seem to lead to somewhere crazy Crazy Ooh well it seems we landed on the right stone At the wrong time Ooh well it seems we landed on the right stone At the wrong time Hey, do you really mind? Hey, do you really mind? It seems we landed on the right stone At the wrong time Ooh well it seems we landed on the right stone At the wrong time

I can recall you and I and the time we have it all To ourselves you and me and the way it used to be I sit alone and cry and search for a reason why I am obsessed and obsessed with a thought of losing you Losing you, losing you why I'm losing you... I never know why you left but it's not too late to start What you've done she's a fake and you're making a mistake I sit alone and cry and search for a reason why I am obsessed and obsessed with a thought of losing you Losing you, losing you why I'm losing you... Don't say that I didn't want you of what she'll do to you All she wants is it right she's got nothing have inside I sit alone and cry and search for a reason why I am obsessed and obsessed with a thought of losing you Losing you, losing you why I'm losing you... Ooh, I'm losing you... Losing you, losing you... (Sandy Atlas, Steven Greenberg)