perhaps

They say you cannot walk before you crawl
I wonder why, I wonder why
Because everybody dreams before they fall
A wonder world and then we lose it all

But I will dream of tomorrow 
Where the past will not be in my way 
Passion lives another day 
And I will dream of tomorrow 
Where perhaps she’ll wait for me 

And every single heart that I have held
In my hands, in my clumsy hands
I fumbled them around until they fell
It’s much safer ground just keeping to myself

But I still dream of tomorrow 
Where the past will not be in my way 
Passion lives another day 
And I still dream of tomorrow 
Where perhaps she’ll wait for me 
And perhaps she’ll wait for me

Bebo Norman, “Perhaps She’ll Wait”