My eyes would burn like a poet in a rapture Then all of my hopes would fall like rotting plaster Will I ever hold on to capture Whatever new dreams I'm spinning after What keeps the world moving What makes me stop Everybody keeps going up But I just want to drop Drop down soft and sad like the rain And the clouds will melt away and discreetly disappear And the sun will be warm up there when it's freezing      cold down here What keeps the world moving What makes me want to stop Everybody keeps going up But I just want to drop Drop down soft and sad like the rain And the clouds will melt away and discreetly disappear And the sun will be warm up there when it's freezing      cold down here orig.© John Grinaker, ©1998 Karen Pecnik About the Author Falling leaves designed by Lorrie Russell Back To Lyrics This page hosted by Geocities