Follow Me

If pictures could talk there’d be too many voices If sorrow could scream I’d be deaf in a day I beg my memories to slowly fade away Too many voices If pain could’ve been seen there’d be too many faces wherever I’d go – I’d rather be blind And in the darkest night I’d loose my guiding light but you I’ll find even if I’m blind Follow me – but I don’t know where I’m going Follow me down the road to something new Follow me – there’s no other way of knowing what your heart is telling you I’m planting my hopes and I harvest illusions year after year – understood by a few Sometimes it seems like I’m getting through to you but it’s just an illusion