Waiting for Words

Sometimes we’re alone, but not by ourselves
The things that we hide are in others as well
Sometimes we’re afraid we won’t find release
So we hide in our doubts and forget that we’re free

Surrounded by fear we lose sight of our dreams
But if you listen real close you’ll hear hope whispering

Can you! feel the wind on your fingertips?
Can you! feel the tremble of your lips
With the question that’s waiting for words
And the fears you don’t want to be heard?

Sometimes we feel that hope isn’t safe
And we forget that there’s risk in the fight to escape
Sometimes we know much more than we feel
But that doesn’t make the feeling any less real

Surrounded by fear we lose sight of our dreams
But if you listen real close you’ll hear hope whispering

‘Cause I! breathe the wind on your fingertips
And I! feel the tremble on your lips
With the question that’s waiting for words
I hear the hopes that you fear go unheard

Cowboy

If I could be the man my father never was
Would I be the kind of man that I would be proud of?

If you picked any time or place
Would I have the kind of face
You’d be proud to touch and grace
With your lips?

And I asked myself if I
Were alone in any time
Would I be the one you’d find
With a kiss?

Of all the things I think I am
The rivers that I never swam
Because I never had
To get across

The one thing that I’ll say to you
Of all the things I’ve wanted to
I hope you’ll never find me
At a loss

If I could be
Anyone I dream
I would dream to be the friend
Of all that’s innocent
Because you’re innocent

I would be the cowboy with the Indians
I would be the white man with the blackest friends
I would be the kind of boy who shares with everyone else
And I would be the priest who never sends a soul to hell

And I don’t know what you’ll find
If you open this door and look behind
The shadows hanging on
to my heart

Chances are it won’t be nice
‘Cause it’s never seen the smallest light
So don’t look if you’re afraid
of the dark

But if the pieces fit
Build a monument
To the man you always wished
That I could be

And if you have no time
I’ll give you some of mine
And tell you of the man I
Hope that I will see

And if I could still be
Anyone I dream
I would dream to be the friend
Of all that’s innocent
Because you’re innocent

And I would be the cowboy with the Indians
I would be the white man with the blackest friends
I would be the kind of boy who shares with everyone else
And I would be the priest who never sends a soul to hell
And I would be the one to kiss you as well