another way to feel alive

She was my rosy future, she was my Christmas present, she was my red-checkered past

She was my one and only one, she was my first true love to ever last

She was my destination, she was my destiny, she was my trip

She was my jet stream, she was my freight train, she was my wooden ship

I've got to find another cause I would die for

I've got to find another way to feel alive

She was my amber waves of grain, she was my harvest gold, she was my daily bread

She was my sweetest dream, she was my softest pillow, she was my riverbed

She was my unshakable truth, she was my certainty, she was my rock

She was my midnight whispered, deep soul-searching, heart to heartfelt talk

I've got to find another reason to draw a breath

I've got to find another way to feel alive

Somebody ought to write a book -- a kind of bible for the unsuspecting heart

And tell just what it's like to raise your hand in hand and see the waters part

And walk that crystal canyon arm in arm believing you're on solid ground

Until the waters way above your head collapse and cascade down

I've got to find another promise I will never break

I've got to find another way to feel alive