How Can I Tell

There’s a story burning in me
I want to tell it again and again
It’s a story of redemption
Bound to change the hearts of men
I cannot find the words
And sometimes it’s sounds absurd
And I don’t even know myself
All the depths the heights the wealth
How can I tell this story again to make you wonder when
You stopped believing
How can I paint a picture of this kind of love
This kind of healing
Oh
So I’ll expand my vocabulary
Spend some time in the local library
Analyze the archetypes
Anything to get this right
Cause the train that leaves the station
Is loaded down with connotation
When what you hear and what I say
Are night and day
How can I tell this story again to make you wonder when
You stopped believing
How can I paint a picture of this kind of love
This kind of healing
Oh
Once upon a time
In a very, very far away land
Once upon a time
A long long time ago
There was a manÖ
How can I tell this story again to make you wonder when
You stopped believing
How can I paint a picture of this kind of love
This kind of healing
Oh