This Broken Dream
When the time is right and the grass is high
You and me baby, we'll be ready to fly
From the Moon to the Sun through the deep blue sky
And getting right in the clouds, yeah way up high.
Piecing back together this broken dream
And finally understanding what it means
Through the misery of these dark decades
We'll watch the storm as it begins to fade
And we can live without fear of the damage done
And our shattered kind can return to one
And the fear of the storm or the hurricane
Will cease, no longer making us afraid.
As we fly though the night in the cool clear air
Without fear of the storm or the hurricane there
We'll believe what we thought we'd never believe
And all thats been lost, will now be retrieved
