want my tears back

The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey 
Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat 

railroad across waters, the scent of grandfatherly love 
Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly's wings 

Where is the wonder where's the awe 
Where's dear Alice knocking on the door 
Where's the trapdoor that takes me there 
Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare 

Where is the wonder where's the awe 
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for 
Before the years take me 
I wish to see 
The lost in me 

I want my tears back 
I want my tears back now 

ballet on a grove, still growing young all alone 
rag doll, a best friend, the voice of Mary Costa 

Where is the wonder where's the awe 
Where's dear Alice knocking on the door 
Where's the trapdoor that takes me there 
Where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare 

Where is the wonder where's the awe 
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for 
Before the years take me 
I wish to see 
The lost in me 

I want my tears back 
I want my tears back now