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