A new song.
I wished upon a star that wasn't mine.
It was just passing through on someone else's dime.
So I can wait at my window
or I can turn my head away
and fall asleep to someone else's song
and dream about my father when he was just a boy
and know that he was fragile just like me
and dream about the springtime in the land that I love
(I'll be there for a while,
I'll be there for a while
and then I'll go).
I walk this world in a rented soul,
leased down from generations.
I took it from my mother
and I'll pass it right along
to a little bitty unsuspecting stranger
Because there's not enough room in this life for this shame
(So I'll feel it for a while,
I'll feel it for a while
and then let it go).
Sometimes we write the book
before we know the whole story
and fill the lines with all we thought we'd be,
but for all the things we carry
and what we left behind,
we're painting daisies over the pages of our lives.
Because when I dream of heaven
you're cradled in my arms
(and I'll hold you for a while,
I'll hold you for a while,
and then I have to go).
