(Marc JordanJohn Capek)

Down below on Baker Street

Lay your head back

On this field of dreams

And close your eyes

There's a few that find love

On Sundays down by the sea

And they wash clean like angels

High above the waves so free



I have no words to say to you

I have no dream to take you to

I have no ring for you to kiss

Baby, all I have is this



Pray for grace

Keep the faith

Walk on down the road

Wait for me, look for love

Are you fearless, reckless

Homeless and all alone

Can you make love, heal things

Make my heart go wild again



(1) I have no words to say to you

I have no dream to take you to

I have no ring for you to kiss

Baby, all I have is this

I have no way to hold you now

I have no time to show you how

I have no gold, nothing to risk

Baby, all I have is this



And she says

It doesn't matter anymore



There's a few that find love

On Sundays down by the sea

And they wash clean

Like angels' wings

High above the waves so free



[Repeat (1)]



All I have is on my sleeve

All I want is your sweet love, baby

All I saw was open space

Walk down the road

Fearless, fearless

All I have is this