Jann Arden

every tear you cry
every doubt you have
all of these things will pass away
all of your big mistakes
your little old heart would break
i抦 wishing that i could take them back
write down the things you don抰 want
burn them in a glass
write down the things you dream of
make a paper plane that flies to heaven

and buy a ticket for a plane and come and see me baby
or drive your car all night by just starlight to canada
that抯 where i