Written by Scott Wainwright
Open wide those precious brown eyes
Come now, wipe those tears away
Wave so long to yesterday's ties
From your sorrows you will wake
(chorus)
Your plane in the sunset
Has somewhere to land
I'm right in front of you
Too many regrets
Can only tie up your hand
But I'm here for you
Cast aside those dark dark clouds
See how the good times play
Rip away misery's shroud
And leave it where you lay
(chorus)
Your plane in the sunset
Has somewhere to land
I'm right in front of you
Too many regrets
Can only tie up your hand
But I'm here for you
Don't you go stepping back
There's no hope in yesterday
All your sorrows now are passed
There's ground to be made
(chorus)
Your plane in the sunset
Has somewhere to land
I'm right in front of you
Too many regrets
Can only tie up your hand
But I'm here for you
From the album 'Every Man Has His Critics'
Available here https://scottwainwright.bandcamp.com/album/every-man-has-his-critics
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