I 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's the real is shattered by a Mad Marsh 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's 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

 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's 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

 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

 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