Back To A Reason (part Ii)

\r[narration]

\rNow That Young Girl, Outside The Store
\rWas Trying To Capture Snow's Magic
\rBut Each Flake Melted At Her Touch
\rWhich Her Young Mind Found Quite Tragic

\rAnd While Chasing An Elusive Snowflake
\rThat Was Determined To Reach The Ground
\rShe Bumped Into The Businessman Passing By
\rAnd Nearly Knocked Him Down

\rAnd Thinking She Was In Trouble
\rThe Child Quickly Apologized
\rBut The Man Was Not Accepting It
\rShe Could See It In His Eyes

\rShe Explained She Had Been Looking In The Toy Shop
\rThat Tomorrow Would Be Christmas Day
\rBut The Man Muttered Words She Could Not Understand
\rSo She Searched For Something Else She Could Say

\r"do You Have Any Children?" The Child Asked The Man
\r"no," Was His Instant Reply
\rAnd Though He Said It In His Firmest Voice
\rIn His Heart He Knew He Had Lied

\rThe Girl Was Getting On His Nerves
\rWhich Were Already Shot
\rSomething About Her Bothered Him
\rBut He Could Not Say Quite What

\rThen He Noticed The Time Was Approaching Midnight
\rWhat Was She Doing On The Street?
\rWhen He Asked The Girl This Question
\rThe Child Seemed To Retreat

\rShe Said She Was Staying With Her Parents
\rAt The Hotel, Right Next Door
\rThey Were There For Just This One Night
\rIn Room Twelve Twenty-four

\rThen He Said, "you Best Get Back There
\rAs Quick As You Can Fly!"
\rAnd He Watched As She Ran All The Way
\rUntil She Was Safely Back Inside

\rThen He Took Several Steps
\rIn The Direction Towards His Home
\rBut Then He Hesitated
\rAnd Took Out His Mobile Phone

\rAnd Called Up The Institution
\rWhere He Had Left His Son
\rTo Find Out If He Was Still There And Alive
\rWondering If The Past Could Be Undone

\rThe Operator Who Answered, Searched The Computer
\rTo See If The Child Had Survived
\rAnd She Was Sincerely Happy To Tell Him
\r"your Son Is No Longer Here, But He Is Still Alive!"

\rThen The Lady Who Was Very Kind
\rSaid, "if You Have A Short While
\rI Can Give You All The Information
\rThat Is Here Inside His File

\rI See That At The Age Of Twelve
\rHe Had Finally Learned To Walk
\rAnd Could Understand Most Things People Said
\rBut Has Never Learned To Talk

\rHe's Living Uptown In The Bronx
\rAt A Boarding House Hotel"
\rAnd Then The Lady Gave Him The Phone Number
\rAnd Hotel's Address As Well

\rAnd For The First Time In Many Years
\rThe Man Thought About His Life
\rAnd All The Things He Had Left Behind
\rAnd, Of Course, He Thought About His Wife

\rAnd He Wondered If She Had Lived
\rThe Things They Might Have Done
\rBut Really Most Of All Right Now
\rHe Thought About His Son

\r[back To A Reason (part Ii)]

\rTime
\rStanding All Alone
\rI Bled For You
\rI Wanted To
\rEach Drop My Own

\rSlowly They Depart
\rBut Fall In Vain
\rLike Desert Rain
\rAnd Still They Fall On And On And On

\rGot To Get Back To A Reason
\rGot To Get Back To A Reason I Once Knew
\rAnd This Late In The Seasons
\rOne By One Distractions Fade From View

\rSo
\rDrifting Through The Dark
\rThe Sympathy
\rOf Night's Mercy
\rInside My Heart
\rIs Your Life The Same?
\rDo Ghosts Cry Tears?
\rDo They Feel Years?
\rAs Time Just Goes On And On And On

\rGot To Get Back To A Reason
\rGot To Get Back To A Reason I Once Knew
\rAnd This Late In The Seasons
\rOne By One Distractions Fade From View

\rI'm Looking For You
\rI'm Looking For I Don't Know What
\rI Can't See There Anymore
\rAnd All My Time's Been Taken

\rIs This What It Seems?
\rThe Lure Of A Dream
\rAnd I'm Afraid To Walk Back Through That Door
\rTo Find That I've Awakened

\rThe Night Seems To Care
\rThe Dreams In The Air
\rThe Snow's Coming Down
\rIt Beckons Me Dare

\rIt Whispers, It Hopes
\rIt Holds And Confides
\rAnd Offers A Bridge
\rAcross These Divides

\rThe Parts Of My Life
\rI've Tried To Forget
\rIt's Gathered Each Piece
\rAnd Carefully Kept

\rSomewhere In The Dark
\rBeyond All The Cold
\rThere Is A Child
\rThat's Part Of My Soul

\rGot To Get Back To A Reason
\rGot To Get Back To A Reason I Once Knew
\rAnd This Late In The Seasons
\rOne By One Distractions Fade From View
\rThe Only Reason I Have Left Is
\rYou