I can see a broken dream has brought you to this place
Things are not all they seem—it kills you just to face it
It’s hard to hear your voice inside the noise of every day
But I suspect an answer hides just one heartbeat away
I know something about your heart, I know something about your heart
It’s the line on your highway
It’s the clue to your mystery
When the world’s not what it used to be
That’s the time to listen carefully
I know something about your heart
Remember when you woke up every day inside your dream?
That was then, I hear you say—sometimes you can’t believe it
Other times you’ll find a kind of line from then to now
A pattern from a thread unwound—in time you’ll start to feel it
I know something about your heart, I know something about your heart
It’s the line on your highway
It’s the clue to your mystery
When the world’s not what it used to be
That’s the time to listen carefully
I know something about your heart
Now that time has worn away the edges of your soul
Time can take you anywhere that you want to go
A broken heart’s an open chart to start you on your way
The pieces come together when you put the past away
I know something about your heart, I know something about your heart
It’s the line on your highway
It’s the clue to your mystery
When the world’s not what it used to be
That’s the time to listen carefully
I know something about your heart
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