For my home and my English rose But my heart still beats But I'd long to be Oh, my heart still beats Across the sea By the Tennessee skyline They told me I'd find my hopes and my dreams In the bed of my true love Back where I came from

Take me all the way So I wait for you to Push me under Pull me further Now it seems I'm fading All my dreams are not worth saving I've done my share of waiting And I've still got nowhere left to go Seems you're wanting me to stay

It could've been me Standing there with you And my dreams coming true But those dreams move on If you wait too long It took me 'til now to see I hear you just got married Took a month long honeymoon A new love smiles at the wedding

But I still miss you. Everything seems like a city of dreams, I never know why, There she's standing in a field of lights, I close my eyes, And I still miss you. And I still miss you, But I still miss you,

We are meant for more Pull the handle on the door that opens up to change I know that sounds so strange Is anyone watching us down here? I'm writing down my dreams, all I'd like to see Starting with the bees or else they're gonna die There won't be no

When I close my eyes You're always there You're all I see In the dark of night You're in my dreams Throughout the day You're easy to find There's so many things I didn't say

Still I choke on her lies I wish I was free of this Still I feel my strength hurt To pick, hold my head high I rewrite my song I see her in my dreams Wish that she wasn't there But she still haunts me and I

Near, far, wherever you are I believe that the heart does go on Once more you open the door Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you That is how I know you, go on Far across the distance And spaces between us You have come to show you, go on

I like the way you give it to me, let me see you toss it up Play on, play on, play on, play on, play on! The money behind the dreams My right hand, my other Capo in this big motherf***in' war we got My other Capo in this big a**, conglomerate called

For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned