Warm

Walking by all the people's lives
The neighborhood is a part of my mind
All the places that we used to play
They feel so different but they look the same

And I am looking toward the sea
If I let this be a dream, a distant memory

Little house on Mockingbird Lane
Little face against the window pane
I'm looking in but he's looking away
He folds his hands and he starts to pray

Because I can only work in dreams
And I need to let it go, let it wash away



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Demcak
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