I Want My Tears Back

I want my tears back

 

The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey

 Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat

 

A railroad across water, the scent of grandfatherly love

 Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly's wings

 

Where is the wonder where's the awe

 Where's dear Alice knocking on the door

 Where's the trapdoor that takes me there

 Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare

 

Where is the wonder where's the awe

 Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for

 Before the years take me

 I wish to see

 The lost in me

 

I want my tears back

 I want my tears back now

 

A ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone

 A rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa



 Where is the wonder where's the awe

 Where's dear Alice knocking on the door

 Where's the trapdoor that takes me there

 Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare

 

Where is the wonder where's the awe

 Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for

 Before the years take me

 I wish to see

 The lost in me



 Where is the wonder where's the awe

 Where's dear Alice knocking on the door

 Where's the trapdoor that takes me there

 Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare

 

Where is the wonder where's the awe

 Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for

 Before the years take me

 I wish to see

 The lost in me

 

I want my tears back

 I want my tears back now



 Where is the wonder where's the awe

 Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for

 Before the years take me

 I wish to see

 The lost in me

 

Where is the wonder where's the awe

 Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for

 Before the years take me

 I wish to see

 The lost in me

 

I want my tears back

 I want my tears back now