Where do broken hearts go Can they find their way home Back to the open arms Of a love that's waiting there And if somebody loves you Won't they always love you I look in your eyes So here I am And can you please tell me, oh

Too low to find my way Too high to wonder why I've touched this place before Somewhere in another time Now I can hear the sun The clouds drifting through the blinds A half a million thoughts Are flowing through my mind A satellite recalled your voice

I'll stand on the highway and stop someone I'll cross the deserts and oceans, a river that's frozen I'll follow the stars just to find where you are You can count on me Make a wish, close your eyes, and believe I'll be home, home, home, home, home by

Why does love got to be so sad? Got to find me a way To take me back to yesterday. How can I ever hope to forget you? Won't you show me a place Where I can hide my lonely face? I know you're going to break my heart if I let you. Like a moth to a flame,

Hide where love can save us I will never let you go We'll run where lights won't chase us Breathing you in when I want you out Finding our truth in a hope of doubt Lying inside our quiet drama Run where lights won't chase us Wearing your heart like a

One day they will see it's long gone. Now that San Francisco's gone I guess I'll just pack it in Wanna wash away my sins In the presence of my friends You and I, we head back east To find a town where we can live Even in the half light We can see that

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

When I'm wiser and I'm older All this time I was finding myself I didn't know I was lost So wake me up when it's all over And I didn't know I was lost Feeling my way through the darkness Guided by a beating heart I can't tell where the journey will end

Rivers belong where they can ramble Gotta find my corner Gotta find my corner of the sky, sky Everything has its season Everything has its time Show me a reason And I'll soon show you a rhyme Cats sit on the window sill Children sit in the show

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up