I just can't believe I can know what I'm thinking
Each thought I conceive is a dream that awakens
And walks in the moonlight through shadows of glimmering stars
The music of twillight appears in the present
Unwinding the wishes of hearts who can listen
With sounds of the strumming of strings of a thousand guitars
Somewhere in the night on the wake of the wind
The circular story must somehow begin
A secret is borne on the wings of a whim
Its spinning begining is winning again
A word that was whispered now turns into thunder
Unleashing the torrent of increasing wonder
Enchanting the children who cling to the carrousal cars
A face may arrive to erase all the aching
There'll be no mistaking, the ground will be shaking
And fools will be making the vows they are taking
Faking, forsaking, the rules they are breaking
But mystery songs still insist in their singing
And whimsical wrongs will be part of the meaning
We seek with a sigh in the shadows we dare to call ours
I just can't believe I can know what I'm thinking
Each thought I conceive is a dream that awakens
And walks in the moonlight through shadows of glimmering stars
Guy Hemric - Jerry Styner
©Alta Mesa Music - BMI
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