Where You Find It

BY BILL GABLE

when the sun is going down
like a choir on the edge of time
and the echoes fall across across the sky
i cut across an open field
in the newly fallen snow
every footprint i see is my own
how big the world turned out to be
how far away it's taken me
but wherever you lose it
that is where you find it
wherever you lose it, lose it
that is where you find it

everywhere the signs of fate
like a red bird on a an iron gate
or a yellow moon beyond the trees
in the house where i was born
where the hallway carpet still is worn
and the rain collects behind the eaves
so sure of everything i see
ever trusting in simplicity
wherever you lose it
that is where you find it
wherever you lose it, lose it
that is where you find it

in the quiet hours at night
when the table has been cleared away
and my boots are drying by the fire
there isn't anyone i'd rather be
so easy my celebrity
in the place i have to keep me warm
every cell inside me
spirit that fills my body
but wherever you lose it
that is where you find it
wherever you lose it, lose it
that is where you find it

Bill Gable's compositions are published and administered by Idle Speculation Music (ASCAP)

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