Another night of silent sleep
I wake up in the morning
And wipe the dry from my eyes and it seems
I’m crying in my dreams
In my dream, I am a little child
Holding my father’s hand
I think he says to me
“Look out for the storm”
Made it to the hallway mirror
God, take a look at me
I’m all worn around the edges and it seems
I’ve been crying in my dreams
In my dream, I am a little child
Still that little child today
No matter what my dad might say
Look out for the storm
St. Christopher where have you been
I’ve prayed your name again and again
Forsaken I stand as the clouds come rolling in
Always at night when I sleep
Always at night when I dream
In my dream, I am a little child
Still that little child today
no matter what my dad might say
Look out for the storm
Another night of silent sleep
I wake up in the morning
wipe the dry from my eyes and it seems
I’ve been crying in my dreams