I’ll call you sometime from the Midwest And you’ll keep my pulse between your thumb and your fourth finger Under your pillow when you are sleeping I miss you
These things keep falling apart and it’s not a surprise We all look around for some great escape And we are awake in the morning, we sing in the evening We are looking around for the reasons why
So we just have to ask if Doesn’t this mean something, doesn’t it call to you? Is this a field or is this a tunnel? Am I getting across? Am I getting across to you?
Promise is the best we came in and all we can hanging on Praying for everything we thought we understand So we hope Steady Keep our ears to the ground And we hope we know We listening for We listening for We listening ….uuuuuuuuhh…
So you give this another chance And someday, yeah, someday you'll call Call and say – I saw a blue bird crossing the mountain I believe in this In now In now I believe in this In now