Pieces Of Dreams (Streisand Barbra)

Little boy lost In search Of little boy found You go on wondering, wandering Stumbling, tumbling 'Round... 'round... When will you find What's on the tip of your mind Mmm...Why are you blind To all you ever were Never were Really are Nearly are Little boy false In search Of little boy true Will you be ever done Traveling Always unraveling You,.. you... Running away Could leave you farther astray And as for fishing in streams For pieces of dreams Those pieces will never fit What is the sense of it Little boy blue Don't let your little sheep roam It's time come blow your horn Meet them on Look and see Can you be far from home...