Dream sky, just a hesher in the rain
Daydream summer lost alone in Spain
Was it real? Is it over now?
The girl was ghostly
Long and proud
Black leather, he wore denim with white seams
Dream drummer throwing sticks like four-foot beams
On a heart's tour of love
It's a lazy conscience
Fingerless gloves
And these days, where do they go?
How will I know just where to find you?
Her bed, soft and white lightroom
Red sky bleeding into afternoon
Was it awkward? Was it new?
Did she lead you downward?
Did you have a clue?
And these days, where do they go?
How will I know just where to find you?
And these days, he's back in the States
Where nobody waits, and no one wanders in the rain
