You come to me and I hear a sound busy like traffic
Headed out of this town.
You seem to bring dear heaven so close I almost can grab it
And head on out of this town.

Chorus:
If I had a dime for every time
I thought of you, I would be through.
Scraping for crumbs behind the sun.
You would be mine if I had a dime.

You look at me and I put my faith in something the eye can't see
Yes, I believe.
Without a sign, lets steal away each tempting charm
to please, entice or appease.

Chorus

You'd no longer be above me on the high road that I can't get to.
Can't you feel me at the gateway? Let me come through.
If I had the change¦
If I could trade my reverie for something real¦

Chorus

You come to me and I hear a sound busy like traffic
Headed, out of this town.