| Will I | ||
| Turn around | ||
| Someday | ||
| And find her | ||
| Standing | ||
| There | ||
| Arms open | ||
| To | ||
| Me | ||
| Waiting to | ||
| Accept my | ||
| Love | ||
| Such a | ||
| Sweet | ||
| Dream | ||
| Keeping me away | ||
| From | ||
| Despair | ||
| Thoughts | ||
| Of | ||
| Her | ||
| Soothing | ||
| The | ||
| Pain | ||
| But if not someday | ||
| I have got to | ||
| Move on | ||
| Leave the | ||
| Security of my | ||
| Dream | ||
| Open | ||
| My | ||
| Heart | ||
| To the | ||
| World | ||
| Again | ||
| Learn to | ||
| Stand | ||
| Alone | ||
| Without her | ||
| Support | ||
| Love | ||