I'm primarily a songwriter at heart, but I feel like my pieces can be just as effective when read as a poem. |
Weary-eyed, and forlorn,
With the creeping Sun...
These wind-up people
Wind on down...
You wake up in the morning
Sunrise in your eye...
Rising high,
Into the grey skies of the night...
There's a world outside your window,
But you're locked behind your door...
What's the reason we keep on driving?
Down these roads...
Verse 1
All these changes taking place...
Dreaming of You
Verse 1...
There's a world outside your window,
But you're locked behind your door...
Rising high,
Into the grey skies of the night...