Lletres: America. Like A Brother (Beckley-Lamm-Wilson). In The Dark.

The day leaves me where I started
Somewhere out in the cold
The night enters broken-hearted
One more suffering soul
Baby, I can't tell you what is real
I can only tell you what I feel
Why must every line on the page
Have a question mark

It keeps me in the dark (it keeps me in the dark...)
It keeps me in the dark (it keeps me in the dark...)

Look back across my shoulder
The road was clear and wide
Time, am I really that much older
Where did the highway divide
Baby, I remember every dream
I just can't remember what they mean
Still I find them hiding in my heart
That's the crazy part

It keeps me in the dark (it keeps me in the dark...)
It keeps me in the dark (it keeps me in the dark...)

Here, wishing I could hold you till the dawn reappears
Out there in the distance
Somewhere in the shadows
Something in the silence
Something that I had, oh
I can't tell you what is real
I can only tell you what I feel
And baby, all I'm feeling is alone
That's the hardest part

It keeps me in the dark (it keeps me in the dark...)
It keeps me in the dark (it keeps me in the dark...)
Keep on searching (it keeps me in the dark...)
Keep on searching (it keeps me in the dark...)
Keep on searching (it keeps me in the dark...)