In my dreams we are in a crowded place
And everywhere I look I see your face
I stand here and you’re ahead of me
I move there and you’re behind me
When I tap your shoulder and you turn
With hair flying as you spin
The face I see is not your own
Where have you gone
Why have you gone
When will you be back
When will you take my hand
And fly me away to safe dry land
In this place full of balloons and laughter
The lights are low, pretty lime and amber
I stand here and you run past me
I move to where you were and you’re behind me
When I grab your hand and you pull away
With rain falling on your hair as you look back
The face I see is not your own
Where have you gone
Why have you gone
When will you be back
When will you take my hand
And fly me away to safe dry land
Where have you gone
Why have you gone
When will you be back
When will you take my hand
And fly me away to safe dry land
by:  Jeanna Szuch