When Push Comes To Love
Do, do what you will
I'll see you again on a sunnier day
And I know I'll love you still
And I can't seem to understand
But you got my heart in your hands
Well, you got my heart in your hands
The dawn's early light
Has now faded to gray
And the ashes from the fire we had last night
All blown away
And I can't seem to understand
But you got my heart in your hands
Well, you got my heart in your hands
Well, you're a rainstorm, a fire, and a trainwreck
All wrapped up in ribbons and lace
You're a fistful of roadside flowers and rain
Just the soil in a dimestore vase
And I can't seem to understand
But you got my heart in your hands
Well, you got my heart in your hands
Writer/s: William Elliott Whitmore