Riding a low sky train to herCounting the stations remainingA hard rain falls down to delay my heartThere’s nothing worse than the waitingSurrendering to circumstanceI try to express my feelingsIn the middle of a letter meant for herI fall asleep and I start dreamingGreen grass grows like trees hereI shrink to the size of a clothespinI’m stopped by the stones police who questionIf my heart is holdingI plead that I’m not satisfiedWith the way the world is bleedingThen she appears and calmes my fearsWith the words she keeps repeatingNever drive heavy machinesWhen you’re taking strong medicationAll is not all it seems if you’ve got no destinationAnd I’ll be by your sideNo reason to run and hide from a thing called loveRed lips turns to cherry pie, oh why can’t I stop eatingWishbone cracks and I hang on to the lucky piece remainingSuddenly I’m waking up by a conductor who’s been waitingI hand in my ticket and pounder on the words she kept repeatingThe train arrives at the stop filled with hesitationI look down at the letter I wrote
And I read the words I was dreaming