Thursday The Dream
As I sit by myself, I’ve come from so, so far away. In such little time, I have gave, My soul, my mind, I’ve tried so hard to find. Is this what I must do, to get by? And I ask myself why? Why don’t you write, why don’t you call me, I’ll wait here. I’ll find my way, or will you help me out this year? Does she understand me? Listen to what I say. Turning her back, on my dreams. Watching, waiting. You turn your back. I’ll find my way home, You turn your back. Turn your back on my dream, So strong, so weak, we’re stronger still. Is this what I must do? This I, why? I know. Why don’t you write, why don’t you call me, I’ll wait here. I’ll find my way, or will you help me out this year?
