Climbing Clouds   ( 1991 )


I bring flowers to your door,

I write words I steal from deep inside my heart

yet confused and insecure

spend my days believing that the play must surely start

The lights dim, the stage is set


You watch me falling, hear me calling

you raise your hand and touch my tears

imperfect timing & someone's miming

I think I'm climbin' clouds again


Close to home but close to tears

turn the key and step into my empty dream

turn the pages of my life

close my eyes but I still hear my silent scream

and it hurts me to wear these scars


You watch me falling....