So dark the night when he traveled without sightnThrough the trees and the cloudsnSearching for a bough to rest his tired headnFrom the flight which he just lednnShe wants to be that waynOh, to be that waynShe wants to bennBelow the tree lay a sight for no one to seenA broken heart in two, and a child's mood that is so bluenTearstained cheeksnTake a peek at the vision up abovenHovering over her like a dovennShe wants to be that waynOh, to be that waynShe wants to bennSo cold the air as it flutters and fluffs his hairnAnd he yearns to find that dawn's just on its waynTo bring a bright new daynAnd she turns to see all of the veins in the leavesnnShe wants to be that waynOh, to be that waynShe wants to bennThe stains on her cheeks nSparkle in the moonbeam, she speaksnAnd she wipes her kneesnAnd opens her eyes to seenThe scrape was already healingnThe whole time she was appealingnnShe wants to be that waynOh, to be that waynShe wants to be