All our hi's and good-bye's are great
What happens between is what worries me
Never know just how to talk to you
There's too much hope in my voice
I ask too many questions - and, I never mention myself
You're busy planting flowers your dog digs up
You're busy sketching ideas on how to make a shack a castle
When you get the spirit to build again
I see your tug-of-war through this telescope
All you see are your mistakes
The tone of your voice keeps getting quieter and quieter
And, in the storms of my excuse me's and confusion
I think I finally hear a piece of what you mean
These words stand between us
Your whole life is governed by your nightmares and your daydreams
Someday soon I hope one of these dreams will finally come true;
Then you'll have to listen to me
By then, I'll be tongue-tied