Old Dream

The stray it came followed us home

It brushed around our four legs and looked past them to the door

We just laughed and shook our heads

And secretly hoped it'd come back the next day...

It didn't

You even went back to the place we first saw it just in case

While i was glad to stay at home

Searching for money in old birthday cards

John Milton himself would've felt these things too I read somewhere

Even blindness couldn't keep him down

I can see him now fumbling through the dark

To find a pen and anything for paper

Mark the page

Take the car

Pass the building

And wonder where you are

And which storey?

You were in my dream again

I would tell you but it don't mean anything

It's just my old dream

There's no yellow fields

Of sunflower farms

If I have to show you I can do it with my arms

No bunches of balloons

Or mariachi bands

If you need to see then I can show you with my hands

Tie the shoe

Take the car

Unfold the road because it goes to where you are

And your story

You were in my dream again

I could tell you but it don't mean anything

It's just my old dream