Standing here on White Cherry Hill
Breathing air where the time is standing still
Been away for so many years
And locked away the soul inside my fears
CHORUS
No time to kill
White Cherry Hill
Rain comes tearing up the eastern sky
Is this the feeling that was lost as time rolled by
I wonder why
You turn your head as to say goodbye
The stop to suffocate the urge to tell a lie
I wonder why
CHORUS
I'm coming home from a hell of a ride
Tumbling down the slope of a mountain side
Coming home is a way to live
And coming home is a way to die