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