Cry to Me
ANN WILSON, NANCY LAMOUREAUX WILSON
Poor little dreamer
Stand inside the door
You can't find the easy rhymes
Of time you had before
It hurts my heart so bad
Seeing you sigh and shake
Broken down so low, so sad
I can't let you break
Cry to me, cry to me
You better not hide it
Let it come, let it bleed
I ain't laughing, reach in and get it
And set it free
Cry to me, cry to me
The glass is empty and the wine
Is bitter on your tongue
People don't seen wild and fine
Like when you were young
You're lonesome over a stormy ocean
Lost in the rain and wind
We can clear these clouds away
And feel the sun again