Come Home

How beautiful would it be to dream, just for a moment.

To wind up in webs all the silk spun across China,

and the needles on the beaches scattered from Jersey to L.A.

Pretty girls in sundresses, boys as men.

Dancing late at night to the waves on the shoreline and a dirty dark sky.

Eyes wide awake till the early morning,

staring at me from the bedpost waiting for the sun.

Rising in Nepal and heating the surface from there to here.

I'll be right here waiting, till you come back to me.

Wrap my arms around some make believe dream,

lift myself up only to let myself fall into the arms of nobody.

Playing pretend with feathers and glue sticks,

hand to mouth and seated sitting still.

Pretty paper planes flying high above our heads

and water spitting from the fountains coming straight from the wells underground.

Plenty of bastard children just searching for a clue,

a girl with an issue reaching for a kleenex across the table.

A dinner table's no place for words like these.

So shut your eyes and open your lips,

drink until you're satisfied, make a few good mistakes like I told you to.

Run a red light and laugh at the chance of it all, 

kiss me on the face and tell me it'll all work out fine.

I'd like to believe you, but I know I'll just wake up again.

I would really like to try again.