Leaning on a tree trunk Thinking all the same junk Falling in and out of a dream
Back and forth I´m swaying I´m contemplating staying Laying and decaying When I know I must leave Where do I aim when I shoot the breeze? How do I calm myself at times like these?
I need a simple kind of lovely And the *thought* is just a novelty
You can spend the whole time Dangling from a grape vine Standing underneath you When they cut you free What about when the sun leaves? And what about all those bad dreams? Who will walk you back into reality? I wish things could be like this everyday
But I know that I could never live this way
It was just a simple kind of lovely And the memories will be ok