I know you still set your alarms for work too early. I know the cooking channel still calms you to sleep. And in your dreams we finally get to go from Maine to Tokyo. And in your dreams you finally see the real me.
I know in life it seems that I was always running. Away from you. Away from us. Away from me. And in my constant quest to quench the thirst for things that I don't have, I've let 1,200 months of bliss slip right by me.
No wonder that you felt so alone. It took leaving this life to get home.
Do you hear me singing low like a whisper in your bones? Do you feel my touch when you wake up alone? Never far. I am near--singing softly in your ear. Do you hear my voice when you wake up alone?
And I can see your face looking through your rearview mirror. Your eyebrows, they are raised. You turn to see me but I'm gone. At night, we will embrace, but please make the most of living. For there are other worlds, for sure, in which to sing your song.