my dreams the tide comes in too fast
and I climb for higher ground
And when I reach the parking lot
my car is nowhere to be found
if it's white or if it's red
if it is yours or mine in
In my dreams my little dog runs wild
and sometimes she can fly
If I lean on her and fly too much
she falls heavy from the sky
she's riding shotgun on the back
Are they big black lab whose
and will not give her back?
like the winter claims the snow
And they push me like the wind
In my dreams you've come to visit me
And you move my stuff around
While I sleep you read and write me things
And you never make a sound
not to worry about a thing.
like the winter claims the snow
And they push me like the wind
And you tell me not to think too much,
not to worry about a thing
And you tell me not to think too much,
not to worry about a thing