Sometimes the only thing that keeps me going,
Is knowing someday I’ll find you.
And I can only dream what it would be like,
Yeah, to be with you.

Call it hopeless.
Call it hopeful.
Call it a little bit of both.

Oh, but when it comes to you,
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do.
So, I’ll wait for you.
Oh, I’ll keep waiting.

Call me hopeless.
Call me hopeful.
You make me a little bit of both.