Nate Gross Music
Lyrics


Here She Comes

Travel day in and out to find those stolen minutes.
Life is worth and work is life he thinks it’s understood.
Patrol the way give a ticket a day, they've got no speeding limit.
Dealing with the hands of time, well this job's not a gimmick.

It’s me and the space when I try to see tomorrow.
It’s you saying Grace when that campfire goes wild.
We know it’s not the place, the times we spent together.
You’ve got to draw an ace for the chips to fall where they may.
Here she comes

I think one day at a time before we right the ship.
Grab the hands of a telltale sign and try to get a grip.
The western scene, it's turned real lean, a reflection in your face.
It’s an all-out war when you open the door, your words seem out of place.

It’s me and the space when I try to see tomorrow.
It’s you saying Grace when that campfire goes wild.
We know it’s not the place, the times we spent together.
You’ve got to draw an ace for the chips to fall where they may.

I work so hard for so long
Enough time not so strong
Through the ages there were many stages
You’ll finally show at the place I know, I- go-oh, oh-oh

It’s me and the space when I try to see tomorrow.
It’s you saying Grace when that campfire goes wild.
We know it’s not the place, the times we spent together.
You’ve got to draw an ace for the chips to fall where they may.
Here she comes

Here she co-m-es
Here she comes
Here SHE comes



Page 1: Nate Original Demos

Page 2: Tom Bedlam Interpretations

Page 3: Spencer Zweifel Jazz Interpretations

Page 4: The Works

Page 5: Lyrics