I am caught between two worlds
Neither one feels like home
Haven't felt home in a long
time
Except the few times we're
alone
Must I prove how much I need
you?
Must I prolong this despair?
Too many people I can see
through
But when I look, you're not
there
I'm no stranger to strange
places
Know all the creatures of
the night
I could drift off in this
sea of faces
And lose the dreams that are
in sight
I hear the music I can't listen
to
I see the eyes that only stare
I see the faces I can't speak
to
But when I look, you're not
there
copyright Peter Stone Brown (Lawn Writer Music, ASCAP)
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