Leaning on a tree trunk
thinkin’ 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 call 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
i’m 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
i know that i can never live this way
was just a simple kind of lovely
and the memories will be ok
I wish things could be like this everyday
i know that i can never live this way
was just a simple kind of lovely
and the memories will be ok
Was just a simple kind of lovely and the memories will be ok
and memories will be ok
memories will be ok