It keeps findin' me
down the small streets
and around the bends,
over highways
and above ground, through
halls, down stairways and
over hills, down paths
in trees covered with snow.
It keeps findin' me
in the dreams, in the songs,
in the days and in the nigihts,
in the mornings and in the sunsets.
It keeps findin me as if it was always
there, always chasin' me, even when
I tell it to go away, give me some rest,
come back another day, when I have more energy.
It keeps finding me no matter what I do, what I say,
what I feel, what I fight, what I push away, what I
forget to do, what I do, what I do throughout the day.
It keeps findin' me and never goes away,
the inward callin', to keep this dream goin'
to keep it movin', to keep it, to hold on to it,
to hold it tight, to keep this dream goin',
to keep the story, to write.
By Melinda Cochrane copyright
down the small streets
and around the bends,
over highways
and above ground, through
halls, down stairways and
over hills, down paths
in trees covered with snow.
It keeps findin' me
in the dreams, in the songs,
in the days and in the nigihts,
in the mornings and in the sunsets.
It keeps findin me as if it was always
there, always chasin' me, even when
I tell it to go away, give me some rest,
come back another day, when I have more energy.
It keeps finding me no matter what I do, what I say,
what I feel, what I fight, what I push away, what I
forget to do, what I do, what I do throughout the day.
It keeps findin' me and never goes away,
the inward callin', to keep this dream goin'
to keep it movin', to keep it, to hold on to it,
to hold it tight, to keep this dream goin',
to keep the story, to write.
By Melinda Cochrane copyright