Call It Wishful Thinking

A storm is brewing, the wind picks up
 To blow away our tears with an almighty gust
 And carry them up high, only to rain down on us
 Now we are drenched in irony
 Is it too much to ask for a little sympathy
 Or maybe we'll just drown tonight
 If I could part the clouds like the red sea
 I'd let the light in
 And the warm the coldest of hearts
 Just to feel alive again
 As our spirits sink into the ground
 Lifting them back up is too hard somehow
 And all the strength in the world couldn't save us now
 If I could part the clouds like the red sea
 I'd let the light in
 And the warm the coldest of hearts
 Just to feel alive again
 But the clouds still cover us with a blanket of grey
 And under these dark troubled skies
 Is where we will lay
 Let's close our eyes for a second
 And picture a place far away from here
 And frame it in our minds for the record
 And hope and pray that one day we will make it there
 'cause it's time we left this all behind