| There's someone who'll hold your hand, | |
| Take you through a troubled land. | |
| It's not the promised land but the weary heart abides. | |
| Listen to the words that fade and the sheltered bed that's made. | |
| Those who fall away they just fall into a void. | |
| There's someone who's out of control, | |
| There's someone we both know, | |
| With their head held high, | |
| In the clouds, in the sky. | |
| There's someone who longs to laugh, | |
| Drift away from the past. | |
| And share a thought or two and do the things that lovers do. | |
| There's someone who's out of control, | |
| There's someone we both know, | |
| With their head held high, in the clouds, in the sky. |