you wrote you had a dream to tell me and i had only slept the night away sedated by the 18 year old single malt and wakened by tales the morning flock had to say i hope we won't have to say goodnight just when we've started to feel at ease i hope we won't have to say goodnight when i dream of the morning with your arms around me tight i hope we won't have to say goodnight just when we've started to feel at ease just when I know I'm home everytime I'm in your sight i dialed your number, memorized in ones and zeros the only one that's stored inside my phone we talked about the sunsets and the tears of many heros the peaks we had to climb and the streams we'd never cross alone ©2004 redandslow redandslow@comcast.net
