step.

down in benencia
where the grass grows green
high on a hill
she's thinking of me
washing her sins
as she sweeps the floor
I think to myself
is there something more

to the hills or the ocean
I'm always crashing my way
into what could have been greatness
always one step away

and down in benencia
in the shadow of night
she lies tattered and torn
victim of this war
thats been raging
and burning
inside the heart
of the man
who is her world

to the hills or the ocean
I'm always crashing my way
into what could have been greatness
always one step away

and down in benencia
in the wet of the morning dew
she's sleeping and swaying
as I watch from her window
dreaming of her dreams
knowing she needs
something more

to the hills or the ocean
I'm always crashing my way
into what could have been greatness
always one step away

one step away

one step

step away