Newspaper and telephone, don't tell me what's going on
Sandunes in middle east, suddenly begin to speak to me
If I was home every night, would it make everything alright
When I left you believed in me, now I'm coming back a different man than you see
Will You Be there , I hope you will
I worry about finding peace, with the things that I've done and that I have seen
Can you live without knowing me, or a side you don't understand and you'll never see
Will You Be There
Oh you'll have to come back, gotta come back down
Gotta get yourself on the ground
I'll have to get back, gotta get back, gotta get myself up off the ground
We'll just think of where we started, gotta think of where we've been, oh no
Baby's green eyes are cold as wind
