Goodbye Alice In Wonderland - Jewel

It's four in the afternoon, i'm on a flight leaving L.A.
Trying to think about my life, my youth scattered along the highway
Hotel rooms and headlines, i've made a living with a song
Just a guitar as my companion, wanting desperately to belong

Fame is filled with spoiled children
They grow fat on fantasy
I guess that's why i'm leaving, i crave reality

So goodbye Alice in Wonderland, goodbye yellow brick road
There is a difference between dreaming and pretending
I did not find paradise
It was only a reflection of my lonely mind searching
For what was missing in my life

I'm embarassed to say the rest is a rock and roll cliche, i hit the bottom when I reached the top
I never knew it was you who was breaking my heart
I thought you had to love me, you did not
Yes a heart can hallucinate, if it's completely starved for love
Can even make monsters seem like angels from above

You forged my love like a weapon
And turned it against me like a knife
You broke my last heartstring
But you opened up my eyes

So goodbye Alice in Wonderland, goodbye yellow brick road
There is a difference between dreaming and pretending
That was not love in your eyes
It was only a reflection of my lonely mind wanting what was missing in my life

And growing up is not the absence of dreaming it's being able to understand the difference between the ones you can hold and the ones that you've been sold
Dreaming is a good thing cause it brings new things to life, pretending is an ending that perpetuates a lie, forgetting what you are seeing for what you've been told

Well, truth is stranger than fiction and this is my chance to get it right, life is much better without all of your pretty lies

So Goodbye Alice in Wonderland, you can keep your yellow brick road
Cause there is a difference between dreaming and pretending, that was not love in your eyes
It was only a reflection of my lonely mind wanting, it was only a reflection of my lonely mind wishing that you were what was missing from my life

entre uma grande antipatia e alguma decepção, resta-nos isto...
(Convento de Cristo, Tomar)