If there's some way I can prove my love to you, I'll try to. So won't you tell me once there's nothing left to do but cry? It's an omen - it's a sign... It's an angel, and it's mine. I've been staring up the road, watching for the white light. But you've got nothing to say, and he's not listening anyway. I crossed your path – I never meant to linger any longer than I had to; turn and go, turn your heavy heart to. But now I'm crossing a line, and taking things that aren't mine, like when I crossed your path.
Bert Jerred
