and i’m a goddamn coward, but then again so are you
and the lion’s roar, the lion’s roar
has me evading and hollering for you
and i never really knew what to do

well i guess sometimes i wish you were a little more predictable
that i could read you just like a book
for now i can only guess what’s coming next
by examining your timid smile
and the ways of the old, old winds blowing you back ’round

and i’m a goddamn fool, but then again so are you
and the lion’s roar, the lion’s roar
has me seeking out and searching for you
and i never really knew what to do

sometimes i wish i could find my rosemary hill
i’d sit there and look at the deserted lakes and i’d sing
and every once in a while i’d sing a song for you
that would rise above the mountains and the stars and the sea
and if i wanted it to it would lead you back to me