Beckoning

I wish that I could write a song that you could put your dreams upon
My words would leave and yours could fill the page
And even if you couldn't think or choose the words to sing or say
The tune would be your tune to sing anyway

And you'd sing this song as if your own
And then you wouldn't feel alone
And you'd sense this cosmic mystery
And think about eternity
And as you sing
And as you dream
I'd fade away

In a world of possibility
Tell me who you wanna be
If you had the liberty
To be yourself and breathe free

I wish that I could write a song that you could hear and feel at home
And even if your home is far away
When the music starts you hear a beckoning right next to you
Whispers that remind you what you've come to do

I wish that I could write a song that you could make a sing along
And you'd gather round the fire as you would sing
And as the words and smoke combine you look up at the stars and see
They're just holes in a great big canopy