Well, I'm looking back again
There really is no reason
There was no turning in my head
There's no treason
Well, I'm looking back again
The season grows kinder
I wonder why I'd waste the change
Going back to find her
Did you ever had a dream you loved?
Did it ever reach your hands?
I'm sure that you know
I never tried to understand
And this place gets so crowded at night
It has a want of tourists
Who come and stay a little while
And leave without notice
Did you ever had a dream you loved?
That you couldn't make sense?
Of the thing in front of your face
I'm reaching out my hands
Yes, I
I
You know that I am
I
Oh
You know that I am