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 waters, 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


Taaja