The rain it started tapping | C |
on the window near my bed | G |
There was a loophole in my dreaming | F |
so I got out of it | G |
And to my surprise my eyes were wide | Am |
and already open | F |
Just my night stand and my dressoir | D |
where those nightmares had just been | G |
So I dressed myself and left them | |
out into the great streets | |
But everything seemed different | |
and completely new to me | |
The sky the trees, houses, buildings | |
even my own body | |
And each person i encountered | |
I couldn't wait to meet | |
And I came upon a doctor | |
who appeared in quite poor health | |
I said there's nothing that I can do for you | |
you can't do for yourself | |
He said, oh yes, you can just hold my hand | |
I think that that would help | |
So i sat with him a while | |
and I asked him how he felt | |
He said, I think I'm cured | F Em Am |
No in fact I'm sure | |
Thank you stranger | |
for your therapeutic smile | G |
So that's how I learned the lesson | |
that everyone's alone | |
And your eyes must do some raining | |
if you ever gonna grow | |
And when crying don't help you can't compose yourself | |
it is best to compose a poem | |
An honest verse of longing | |
or a simple song of hope | |
That's why i'm thinking baby don't worry | |
'cause now I got you back | |
And everytime you feel like crying | |
I will try and make you laugh | |
and if I can't if it just hurts too bad | |
then we'll wait for it to pass | |
and I'll keep you company | |
for those days so long and black | |
And we'll keep working on the problem | |
we know we'll never solve | |
??of love's uneven remain those alive | |
the fractions of the whole | |
But if the world could remain within a frame | |
like a painting on the wall, | |
then I think we'd see the beaty then | |
we'd stand staring in awe | |
At our still life's pose | |
like a bowl of oranges | |
like a story told | |
'bout the faulty lines and the soul | |