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