It's the best of times
And the worst of all
When you close your eyes
Then you start to fall
Every dam will burst
Every glass will shatter
It's a brand new world
And that's all that matters
Who will bang the gavel say enough is enough
Who will be left standing to know which way is up
In another place
(if our pockets are empty)
We can be satisfied
(if our pockets are full)
Every road and desire leads to another place
When our ship comes in
(if it happens tomorrow)
We will be overjoyed
(that our pockets are filled with sand)
Count all our blessings
And dream of another place
It's the tender touch
And it draws you in
Till the fever drops
Then you're back again
Every baby cries
Every man is bleeding
Once you taste the wine
Then you go needing
Who can shake the ratle, ring the bell, hear the sound
Of the quiet desperation when there's no one around
In another place
(if our pockets are empty)
We can be satisfied
(if our pockets are full)
Every road and desire leads to another place
When our ship comes in
(if it happens tomorrow)
We will be overjoyed
(that our pockets are filled with sand)
Count all our blessings
And dream of another place
Writer(s): Debra Holland, Steve Schiff
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