Every time i walk in a room, i believe she’ll be there, my perfect woman built by God with great care.
I’m looking around at every moment of every day believing ill find her, and that in my arms is where she’ll stay.
The most crowded rooms I’ve seen have seemed empty after one glance, because she was not there, so that moment was not my chance.
I search far and wide with a mouth that often refuses to speak, how will i know it’s her, will heavens light shine down on the one i seek?
Id go to the ends of the earth to find this love, because i know it will fill me and surround me, it will fit like a glove.
So far i search but do not find, so I’m stuck, lost, and completely full of wanderlust; i fall at Gods feet, in His plan ill trust.
Tales of Dylan 