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