You come to me and I hear a sound busy like traffic
Headed out of this town
You seem to bring dear heaven so close I almost can grab it
And head on out of this town

If I had a dime for every time
I thought of you, I would be through
Scraping for crumbs behind the sun
You would be mine if I had a dime

You look at me and I put my faith in something
the eye can't see
Yes, I believe
Without a sign, lets steal away each tempting charm
to please, entice or appease


You'd no longer be above me on the high road
that I can't get to
Can't you feel me at the gateway? Let me come through
If I had the change
If I could trade my reverie for something real


You come to me and I hear a sound busy like traffic
Headed, out of this town