Waiting By The Satellites

<p>I'm rewriting Christmas thoughts And what things could be like Chasing other peoples dreams Until we enter the light</p><p>We call to brothers with our fear of flight We count the moments till we're out of sight</p><p>Today, could be like any other day Tonight, could be like any other night</p><p>So I'm waiting by the satellites Hoping that the moon would call me back These blankets are my fall My hiding place from the dreaded cold Mondays Take these tears to my house The Kleenex is beneath us now Dry your eyes; I am your surprise tonight</p><p>Today, could be like any other day Tonight, could be like any other night The joining of our eyes is so right</p><p>Tomorrow, we'll be on our way To late afternoons firestorms</p><p>Today, could be like any other day Tonight, could be like any other night The joining of our eyes is so right</p><p>Tomorrow, we'll be on our way Till late afternoon firestorms</p>