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.