The Voice

Fits of longing, walks along the pathless woods

Ooooh

Beauty is alive in his loss

Shiny shoes and a crown of stars

Ooooh

"Now," he says "is always new"

Watch out what you let guide you

It'll grow up from inside you

Everyone gets down sometimes

Ooooh

Trust the voice you know is right

Slinging wares from a sidewalk stand

A daydream sent her gaze his way

Ooooh

Aware and unafraid

In the lines that time had worn around her clear green eyes

His skeptic's heart found the sound of his own voice

For the first time

Watch out what you let guide you

It'll grow up from inside you

Everyone gets down sometimes

Ooooh

Trust the voice you know is right

Aaaah

Ooooh

Ooooh

Ooooh

Aaaah

Waking in a dream

Drawn to the green

At the edge of town

Lost what he had never found