Out on the streets of Kansas City,
Dreamt I held you in my arms.
Though your voice sounded familiar,
It didn't look like you at all.
And the streetlights had me dizzy,
'Cause they spun me 'round and 'round.
You said there'd be a time for everything --
How I wish that time were now.
Oh, but now is the time for singing;
Time to let your hair grow long.
And in another life, if we sacrificed,
Baby, we could call this home.
You came to me a vision,
And now you may never know.
It would be so nice in the morning light
To watch the sun dance on your clothes.
But I had to move.
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do.
Oh, and time might prove,
So don't tell me that you're leaving,
'Cause, baby, I could see it in your eyes.
Now it's raining in my kitchen
And you're sleeping through the night.
What I wouldn't give to touch you now
And tell you everything's all right.
I made peace with how I'm living.
That may sound like a lie.
Doubted all my friends, they win me now,
Holding fast to the ties that bind.
On the streets of San Fransisco,
Lord, I barely felt alive.
And if it escapes the hand of the traveling man,
Well, there must be someplace to hide.
And the road rolls up to meet us,
Tell the mess-up and the lines.
Oh, I should have seen it coming.
I just couldn't stop in time.
But I had to move.
Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do.
Oh, and time might prove
To be too much.
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