Beckoning

I wish that I could write a song that you could put your dreams upon My words would leave and yours could fill the page And even if you couldn't think or choose the words to sing or say The tune would be your tune to sing anyway And you'd sing this song as if your own And then you wouldn't feel alone And you'd sense this cosmic mystery And think about eternity And as you sing And as you dream I'd fade away In a world of possibility Tell me who you wanna be If you had the liberty To be yourself and breathe free I wish that I could write a song that you could hear and feel at home And even if your home is far away When the music starts you hear a beckoning right next to you Whispers that remind you what you've come to do I wish that I could write a song that you could make a sing along And you'd gather round the fire as you would sing And as the words and smoke combine you look up at the stars and see They're just holes in a great big canopy