Why can't I look around the bend - and see you coming and know you come for me? And if I could - what would I really see? Why can't I put a seed into the ground - and know for certain - it would grow? And if I could - what would I really know? CHORUS: When all I have to shelter me - this tattered thread-bare canopy that cannot even keep away the rain. And sometimes - when the soft embracing comfort arms return again - I must admit - I'm waiting for the pain - to start again. Why can't I wear the winter fur and simply change to gingham as the seasons turn? And if I could - what would I really learn? Why can't I take the wild-flower from your hand and not remember it must die? And if I could - would it really be a lie? CHO. To start again - When all my tears were over dragon-flies - and lightning skies and mothers' lies. To start again - - When all my fears were over Captain Hook's history books - - dirty looks - - nothing more. When I was a child once before. (Repeat verse 1 through chorus.)