…Is What Gets Us By)

She stands on top of the platform,
With her arm held high,
Only trusting her action,
Deep in the bright white sky.

She stands as though,
There’s a freedom,
John holds a sign,
A sign of victory once again.

On a weekend getaway 112 miles north,
In a field still linger the sound,
They did what they thought was best,
what he dreamed still has never been found.

What did he want us to hear,
That stood close to his heart?
With the shine in his eye,
John lights the hand at 1330

She stand as though,
There’s a freedom,
John holds a sign,
A sign of victory once again.

On a weekend getaway 112 miles north,
In a field still linger the sound,
They did what they thought was best,
What he dreamed still has never been found.

For you want us to follow,
We stood in honesty.
For you want us to follow,
We stood in honesty.

- Jeff Grubich