DO YOU WANT THE YOU
Michael Dyer
© 2006 

Wandering, by the coast, looking for a sign.
Mountains, his rising hosts, placed there by design?
This time, a lonely soul, with a hopeful goal,
inside.

Do you want the you, that you want to be, to be the you, that’s with me?
Do you want the you, that you want to be, 
to be the you that’s with me?

Visions, come from above, so he starts to climb.
Seeking, eternal love, so sure this time.
But in finding, who’s found?  
In searching, who’s let down,
in heaven? 

I want the me, that I want to be, to be the me, that’s with you.
I want the me, that I want to be, to be the me, 
that’s with you.

High up, on a peak, with flowing auburn hair.
Who, he, must seek, will she still be there?
Oh, exhultation, you all have invitations, 
to dare. 

Do you want the you, that you want to be, to be the you, that’s with me?
Do you want the you, that you want to be, 
to be the you, that’s with me? 

Laughter, blows in the wind, when we cry.
Seekers, never let in, the answers, 
they’re inside.

Oh, exhumation, you all have invitations,
to die.
Oh, jubilation, you all have invitations,to fly.

Do we want the us, that we ought to be, to be the us, that’s to be? 
Do we want the us, that we ought to be?
Do we want the us 
that’s to be?