It's the oceans   It's the smell of the wind   That keeps me here.   Burn the highways,   And feel the wait of the land   Come over you.      It's the hallways   It's the note on the door   It's the phone calls.   Don't expect them   To open their arms,   Look where I was before.      All I wanted was to see your tears,   To feel you with me here.   Now it's over and done,   As clear as I was questioning everything.      Pretty words they are   Pinned to my wall, protecting me.   Random street noise,   People's words come constantly.      What I wanted, I think I'll probably see,   It's just a pipe dream.   Without our hearts we are fearful and weak,   Doubtful and lonely.      All along I've been playing a part   Instead of building my own ??   There's a difference, when I'm holding your hand   Think I'm dreaming I'm flying.   It's your smile, it's the way that you talk,   That shows me -   You're an angel, that has slept in my bed   And nurtured me.      It's the nights, it's the hardest thing   To drift to sleep.