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