I want my tears back
The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey
Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat
A railroad across waters, the scent of grandfatherly love
Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly’s wings
Where is the wonder where’s the awe
Where’s dear Alice knocking on the door
Where’s the trapdoor that takes me there
Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare
Where is the wonder where’s the awe
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for
Before the years take me
I wish to see
The lost in me
I want my tears back
I want my tears back now
A ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone
A rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa