Leaning On A Tree Trunk

Thinking All The Same Junk

Fallin 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

The Thought Is Just A Novelty



You Can Spend The Whole Time

Dangling From A Grape Vine

Standin 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 This Could Be Like This Everyday

But I Know That I Could Never Live This Way

Was Just A Simple Kind Of Lovely

The Memories Will Be Okay



I Wish Things Could Be Like This Everyday

But I Know I Could Never Live This Way

Was Just A Simple Kind Of Lovely

And The Memories Will Be Okay



Was Jus A Simle Kind Of Lovely

And The Memories Will Be Okay