Reaching
Words & music © 2007 by Steph Stance
You're not here when I wake up.
It's the emptiest waste of
time that's been given to me.
I could call, but you're not there.
You could be anywhere.
Your guess sounds good to me.
Oh, morning, it's a rising.
The sun, it's so blinding
when you'd rather dream.
But I don't wanna dream anymore.
I wanna see you at my door
reaching out for me.
Oh, the miles here between us
I feel every ounce of
the love that you're sending to me.
Oh, I could cry, but I don't dare.
It won't get me anywhere.
But missing you's been hard on me.
Oh, morning, it's a rising
and the sun, it's so blinding
when you'd rather dream.
But I don't wanna dream anymore.
I wanna see you at my door
reaching out for me.
You're not here when I wake up.
It's the emptiest waste of
time that's been given to me.
Oh, I could call, but you're not there.
You really could be anywhere.
Any guess sounds good to me.
Oh, morning, it's a rising.
and the sun, it's so blinding
when you'd rather sleep.
But I don't wanna dream anymore
I wanna see you at my door
reaching out for me.
