The Dream - Open Hand

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?