You come to me and I hear a sound busy like traffic  Headed out of this town.  You seem to bring dear heaven so close I almost can grab it  And head on out of this town.    Chorus:  If I had a dime for every time  I thought of you, I would be through.  Scraping for crumbs behind the sun.  You would be mine if I had a dime.    You look at me and I put my faith in something the eye can't see  Yes, I believe.  Without a sign, lets steal away each tempting charm  To please, entice or appease.     Chorus    You'd no longer be above me on the high road that I can't get to.  Can't you feel me at the gateway? Let me come through.  If I had the change…  If I could trade my reverie for something real…    Chorus    You come to me and I hear a sound busy like traffic  Headed, out of this town.