12.05.03 - 1:18 pm

out loud.

would you be the wind to blow me home? would you be a dream on the wings of a poem? and if you were walking through a crowd.....you know I'd be proud...

if you call my name out loud. do you suppose that I would come running? do you suppose I'd come at all?

......I suppose I would

and if we were walking down a dead end street, would you be the one to let our eyes meet? or would you just keep on walking

down to the turn around....'cause you know I'd be proud?

and if I was gone from the land we know, would you be the dawn, and let your beauty still show?

and if you were walking and heard the cold night coming....would you call my name?

.....'cause you know I'd come running