Trying to feel the love but covered in doubt.
Hearing the fear but seeing the drought.
The love of my life is not with you.
The sight of living is hurting the tears that are now blue.
The living dream is not a dream.
The thought of going alone is making me true.
The sky once open and you were standing there.
Now I wish it would close and this all will be fair.
I do not write song that make the world grab a tune.
I am just me living with my blues.
I need more than what I ask.
That is all I can say for my baby today.