Woke up this morning, the sun was breaking.
Inside my heart, it was also
Turnin' too.
What am I to do?
I went for a walk and the world was violent.
And inside my heart, it's just full of
A solid tune
What am I to do?
And I don't know if this is
How I'm meant to feel.
And I don't know if this is
Fanstasy or real.
And if you could tell me
How I'm meant to heal,
I'll be home
Enough, do what I can.
I'll make you understand.
I'm all alone again.
Thinking of taking a plane to Rio,
(???) where a heart is real.
Oh, well.
What is there to lose?
Or maybe, I'll sit on a hill in Denver,
I heard it's quite nice to a late November.
What is there to lose?
And I don't know if this is
How I'm meant to feel.
And I don't know if this is
Fanstasy or real.
And if you could tell me
How I'm meant to heal,
I'll be home
Enough, do what I can.
I'll make you understand.
I'm all alone again.