Who stole the light from your eyes, my child? 
Where comes this sadness in your quiet hour? 
I see your lashes fall, I hear your sighs. 
Tell me who has made you cry. 

How can I speak of the churning inside? 
What tongue can tell without telling lies? 
My soul is restless, my hands are on fire 
since she stole the stars from my eyes. 
Yes, she stole the stars from my eyes. 

Does she appear to scrape the sky, my child: 
the heavens gathered up like fireflies. 
She is no goddess. She has no power 
over you. 
She's just a passing cloud in the night. 

I see the truth, but I feel the sorrow. 
Speak no more 
until the morrow comes. 

We will come through.

You get tired when you travel alone, 
so you find someone who can share your load 
and you hope to God that you found a companion. 

Well, the time you spend together will show 
if it's gonna ease or increase your load; 
if the laughter outweighs the sorrow. 

Where are you headed? 
Where do you think you're gonna go? 
Can we get there together, 
and how are we supposed to know? 

Is it mystical or fate, 
or a decision that you make? 
What makes this love the one 
for the rest of your life? 
If you need someone to say 
or a sign to show the way 
you might be traveling alone for a long, long while. 

Oh, so let me ride down your road 
and shoulder up underneath of your load 
I've been praying to God to let me be your companion. 

'Cause the time I've spent with you has shown 
that I can depend on you to hold me up. 
You lift me up when I'm feeling low, 
and our laughter fills me up inside. 
You're my cherry wine. 

Don't know where I'm headed, 
but I think I know which way to go. 
I've made up my mind, I want you by my side. 

Is it mystical or fate, 
or a decision that you make? 
What makes this love the one 
for the rest of your life? 
If you need someone to say 
or a sign to show the way 
you might be traveling alone for a long, long while. 

So, let me ride down your road 
when you get tired of traveling alone.

I spent a while 
trying to cut and file 
myself into something you'd want to see, 
but all that ever did was make me bleed: 
and calloused underneath. 

Don't you do me wrong. 
Don't you string my heart a long. 
Won't you do, do right, 
right by me. 

Well, I got wise 
to all those lies 
that always made me feel so incomplete. 
I found out just what I need: 
someone who can build on what I bring. 

No, she don't do me wrong. 
She don't string my heart along, 
no, she do, do right 
right by me. 

Don't you do me wrong. 
Don't you string my heart a long. 
Won't you do, do right, 
right by me.

I have never seen the face of a word on a page, 
I've never held the hand of a glowing screen. 
But, I have fallen in love over and over again 
with words I've read from people I never see. 

"The distance," said a friend of mine, "is really what you love, 
and knowing it won't work out is what you need." 
That I'm afraid to face the day to day 
with someone who's not far enough away 
to blame the miles between. 

But, I've been blinded 
I've been double-crossed. 
I've been hardened 
by the hurt. 

How far away is the nearest broken heart 
that might align with the way that mine's been fractured? 
I'll start with my voice and spare the written word 
before my life becomes a silent film 
and I the only actor. 

I've been blinded 
I've been double-crossed. 
I've been hardened 
by the hurt.

Some live high and some just try
to make it out alive
I just tried to get it right

The time you waste playing it safe
becomes a memory,
and it’s as painful as can be.

Did you make the most?
Did you make the most of it, honey?
Or did you give it up for free.

Did you make the most?
Did you make the most of it, honey?
‘Cause once it’s gone it will never be
that way again.

I’ve been looking back on me
in such a curious way.
Why did I leave so many things undone?
Many’s the chance I did not take
afraid it might be some mistake.
Now, those chances no longer come.

Did you make the most?
Did you make the most of it, honey?
Or did you give it up for free.

Did you make the most?
Did you make the most of it, honey?
‘Cause once it’s gone it will never be
that way again.

You feel it now or you feel it then,
there’s no way to go back again
and do or undo what was or wasn’t done.

"You can stay safe by staying free,"
Lord knows I tried it and come to believe
wisdom only comes on the heels of suffering.

Shades of green 
hues of violet 
frame the banks 
of a wooden streamlet 
an architects' parade 
of sun-dappled shade 

beneath a coat of swinging arms 

Summer grass 
lines the pathway 
wild wheat, flowing gently 
stirred by a breeze 
your hand glides with ease 

through an ocean of flaxen grain 

Kaleidoscope 
at sunset 
violets 
form a carpet 
even tulips blush 
when our two lips touch 

before a crested Monet sky 

Side by side 
in a hammock 
my right arm 
beneath your neck 
you close your eyes 
mine open wide 

beneath a canopy of stars

You had me 
but you didn't want me 
you just wanted to keep me 
from loving anybody else 

The look on your face said everything 
so I said nothing at all. 
There was a time you swore you'd be mine, 
now we don't even talk. 

And you can't lie, can't look behind. 
Now you've blown your cover. 

You had me 
but you didn't want me 
you just wanted to keep me 
from loving anybody else 

So, I won't 
keep living with the false hope 
that I'll ever see your heart show. 
Half-hearted lover. 

So, I'll take anybody else 
I'll take anybody else 
I'll take anybody else. 
Half-hearted lover 

The time that I wait for the silence to break 
I could be halfway to Harlem, 
or taking a plane to learn the name 
of a girl who lives in L.A. 

And I won't lie, won't look behind. 
There's nothing to keep under cover. 

You had me 
but you didn't want me 
you just wanted to keep me 
from loving anybody else 

So, I won't 
keep living with the false hope 
that I'll ever see your heart show. 
Half-hearted lover. 

So, I'll take anybody else 
I'll take anybody else 
I'll take anybody else. 
Half-hearted lover

Tell me of that secret place 
you carry deep inside; 
when your cares are pressing hard 
and you need a little peace of mind 
–tell me where you hide. 

Is it a refuge made of stone 
on a mountain high, 
or a cabin in the woods 
of your heart and mind 
that no one else can enter or can find. 

That secret place 
is where I want to go. 
Lead me there, or else leave me alone. 
O! Serenity. 

With a look of quiet ease 
resting on your face, 
you take your troubles one by one, 
you take them down to the riverside 
and there you mill them fine. 

That secret place 
is where I want to go. 
Lead me there, or else leave me alone. 
O! Serenity. 

While others drift like autumn leaves, 
aimless on the breeze, 
easy as a falling stone 
finds the bottom of the stream 
you find whatever you seek.

Sunshine and rain.
Pleasure and pain.
How can it be?
How can it be?

You caught me at a good time:
just when my dreams were coming true.
So, excuse me if I seem a little dazed
and rightly confused.

'Cause there's pain under the pleasure
and pleasure under the pain
like sunshine and rain
on a sun-cloudy day
I can't get used to the two
and I'm trying to believe what's true.

See, most of my life
I've had to struggle
just to be seen by someone like you.

But, I called your name
and you answered right away.
See, now I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
My mind's telling me it can't be true.
I know what I'm feeling
might be deceiving
still I want to believe that it's you.

But there's pain under the pleasure
and pleasure under the pain
like sunshine and rain
on a sun-cloudy day
I can't get used to the two
and I'm trying to perceive what's true.

And there's pain under the pleasure
and pleasure under the pain
like sunshine and rain
on a sun-cloudy day
it's neither good, no no
nor bad.

It's just true.

Sunshine and rain.
Pleasure and pain.
How can it be?

I left work about six o'clock
drove to the café down the street.
Jumped in line and struggled with the crowd
just trying to get a seat.

Well, the waiter took my order down
and when I cracked a joke 
he didn't even smile.
So, I ate by myself
and realized after a while.

It's a cold world without you, girl.
Places I go, people I know:
they all change from red to blue.
It's a cold world without you.

So, I paid the check and put on my coat
stepped outside and it dropped fifteen degrees.
The car was cold when I got in
so, I shivered down and turned up the heat.

But, by the time that I got home, you know
that needle barely moved above "C"
So, with fingers locked and frozen
I was fumbling in the dark for my house key
when it came to me.

It's a cold world without you, girl.
Places I go, people I know:
they all change from red to blue.
It's a cold world without you.

It's your face at the end of the day;
It's your warm hand in mine
that keeps me from turning old
and turning cold
as the months and years blow by.

It's a cold world without you, girl.
Places I go, people I know:
they all change from red to blue.
It's a cold world without you.
It's a cold world without you.
It's a cold world without you.