Pockets

Picking the pockets of somebody's dreams
Hiding the holes in a life where you could have been
Dancing to songs that never got sung
Ringing the bells that never got rung

Peeking through keyholes to see what was missed
The forks in the road, the boys and the girls never kissed
Opening doors, loosening tongues, doing the things that never got done

Sliding the windows and doors to let a life in
Making a wish on a star for what might have been
Crossing your fingers and toes, eyes are closed
As you count to three
And dive into the great unknown

Shoes on the table, dreams at the door
Dull as the dishwater leaving its marks on the floor
Days into weeks, months into years
Swallowing pride, tending to fears

Oh but the moments, the fingers of light breaking through
Joy uncontainable, love so profound it breaks you
The life in your belly, the blood in your veins
Nothing else remains
Here within the great unknown

Ha ya, ha ya, haa

There go the pockets with somebody's dreams
I'm filling the holes in my life with the bits and the pieces
The treasures, the trinkets, the moments
The big and the small and the hurt and the hope
And the light and the dark and the thrill of surprise and the...

Ha ya, the moments the moments the
Ha ya, the moments the moments the
Ha ya, the moments the moments the
Ha ya, the moments the moments the
Ha ya