Lyrics The Dream - Open Hand

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?