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



The memories will be ok

Memories will be ok