Cry to Me
Poor little dreamerStand inside the door
You can’t find the easy rhymes
Of times you had before
It hurts my head so bad
Seeing you sigh and shake
Broken down so low- so sad
I can’t let you break
Cry to me- Cry to me You better not hide it Let it come- let it bleed
I ain’t laughing- reach in and get it And set it free
Cry to me- Cry to me The glass is empty and the wine
Is bitter on your tounge
People don’t seem wild and free
Like when you were young
You’re lonesome over a stormy Ocean
Lost in the rain and wind
We can clear these clouds away
And feel the Sun again