Hoping Endlessly

Chas Cochran - © 2003 BMI

She's been waiting breathlessly for open arms,
Sympathetic eyes and ears to hear,
All the secret sayings of her lost and lonely heart,
A source of comfort for her fears...

She's been waiting patiently for oh so long...
Emotions caged, although appearing tamed.
Her eyes keep searching and her lonely heart keeps longing for...
A faceless soul as yet unnamed.

Maybe there is one for her,
Maybe there is not.
Either way she'll go on hoping endlessly.

Maybe there's a moon above,
Just hiding behind the clouds,
Waiting for a chance to peek around and see...
Every morning she goes to the ocean's edge,
To watch the seagulls dive and play,
And count the many sailing ships as they go passing by,
Is there one to take her away?

There's a fishing village by the river side,
Nestled in the hills far from the sea,
In the morning light a young man sits and mends his net,
To cast his hopes out endlessly.

Maybe there is one for him,
Maybe there is not.
Either way he'll go on hoping endlessly.

Maybe there's a moon above,
Just hiding behind the clouds,
Waiting for a chance to peek around and see...

(Repeat first verse...)