Little wooden houses seate side by side
That's mine right ther
Just got in from out of town
In the night air
Can't believe the key still fits
It feels so good just to walk right in
Nobody here, it's becoming clear
I have no one to confide in

If I could cry out
If I could even shout
What would I say
What would it all be about

Chorus:
It's always inside me
It's always a whisper in the end
Of all the things I want to see
It's obvious, in front of me

I hear the whisper of a friend
8 a.m. and the telephone is half asleep
It starts right there
It's rattling without a ring
Across the room on my favorite chair
Now it's too late, I'm too awake
Staring at the back of my badroom door
I should've guessed that life isn't just
A good night's rest
There must be more

God please cry out
God won't You even shout
God won't You say
Just what this life's all about

I want to run
But teach me to walk with You
I want to sing
But teach me to talk to You