I'd like to draw a picture of my life in the future
With a kid and wife in my heart
But as I'm getting older the dream is getting bolder
And I'm getting by with a lie
My castle in the sky it exploded in the night
As I opened up the backdoor with my key
I'm no Frank Lloyd Wright I'm no architect at all
But I know someday I want to build a home
Yes I know someday I want to build a home
So my love where are you?
I promise you by now my heart is true
And my heart belongs to you
From Tennessee to Timbuktu
I am wasting my chance as I'm folding my hands
I might as well start rolling the dice
Cause I will always be gambler who is searching for a joker
To stand beside the king on my hand
So my love where are you?
I promise you by now my heart is true
And my heart belongs to you
From Chinatown to Peru
So by the time I get old and my story has been told
Will you stop by and leave a tear on my grave
Cause we never said goodbye but will you always run and hide
When true love is knocking at your door
Oh Darling your love it will always be poor
So my love where are you?
I promise you by now my heart is true
And my heart belongs to you
From everywhere to Katmandu
But I know I will never be with you"