You come to me and I hear a sound busy like traffic Headed out of this town. You seem to bring dear heaven so close I almost can grab it And head on out of this town. Chorus: If I had a dime for every time I thought of you, I would be through. Scraping for crumbs behind the sun. You would be mine if I had a dime. You look at me and I put my faith in something the eye can't see Yes, I believe. Without a sign, lets steal away each tempting charm To please, entice or appease. Chorus You'd no longer be above me on the high road that I can't get to. Can't you feel me at the gateway? Let me come through. If I had the change... If I could trade my reverie for something real... Chorus You come to me and I hear a sound busy like traffic Headed, out of this town.