There is a boy outside my house
I see him at the oddest times
Sometimes I see him when I'm going to bed
And sometimes I see him when I'm waking up
In the morning
Today I followed him outside
Over the rolling hills of sadness
And quiet caves of solitude
But now I see him everyday
In the morning
We traversed a river of dreams
Made it to the sweet caverns of joy
We climbed a hill of sighs
Stole those angels back into our life
We won't let go
Not me and the boy
Until we come back
In the morning