You're passing,

I hear your shadow through the door

It's outlined on my shade

Like a map of some foreign shore



If I could keep that shadow,

I could live forever in these



Rooms, the rooms inside my dreams . . .

And dreams have kept me in these rooms



I've never seen her face

But I've memorized each sound . . .

The way the wind meets grace

When its shadows pull her gown



But I could never hear the whispers,

Voices cannot reach my room



I live inside my dreams, and dreams

Have locked me in these rooms



I have no sense of time,

Or even night and day. I left my body

Somewhere, somehow it

Just got in the way



I guess I always knew

These rooms would all lead back to you





Copyright Earl McGrath Music/Jim Carroll Music, ASCAP/Missing Finger Music, BMI

(1982