little wooden houses seate side by side that s mine right ther just got in from out of town in the night air can t believe the key still fits it feels so good just to walk right in nobody here it s becoming clear i have no one to confide in if i could cry out if i could even shout what would i say what would it all be about chorus it s always inside me it s always a whisper in the end of all the things i want to see it s abvious in front of me i hear the whisper of a friend 8 a m and the telephone is half asleep it starts right there it s rattling without a ring across the room on my favorite chair now it s too late i m too awake staring at the back of my badroom door i should ve guessed that life isn t just a good night s rest there must be more god please cry out god won t you even shout god won t you say just what this life s all about chorus i want to run but teach me to walk with you i want to sing but teach me to talk to you chorus