Words and music ℗ © Susan Weber, BMI.  All Rights Reserved.

Sometimes there is a love you cannot know
and though you hope
and though you dream
and though you weep and though you scream it lets you go.
It falls away.

Away beyond your touch beyond your need
beyond the pale beyond the hunger in your seed.
It’s not for sale.

Sometimes there is a love you cannot feel
against your skin
against your mind
against your tongue it is the kind that is not real.
It falls away.

Away beyond your eyes beyond your lips
beyond the fire beyond the holiest of sips.
It’s not for hire.

Sometimes there is a love you cannot leave
under the sun to fade away
beside the debt you never pay
over the railing on the stair.
It falls away

Away from any reason in the wind
beyond the word beyond the page beyond the rhyme
it is the wisdom of your age.
It’s not for time.