standing at the counter
pouring milk in her tea
& she's watchin' as the birds
rise like smoke from the trees
in the mornin'
dust fills the air from
the trucks on the street
and it glistens in the sun
a mirage in the heat
of the mornin'
kaleidoscope curtains and a light on the wall
the clinking of silver in a souvenir coffee mug
my god this is just how i hoped it would be
good morning good morning good morning
and she's singing: la da da da..
a sunshine alarm yawns
the world is awake
with worn leather boots
on the path that he takes
every mornin'
suddenly clouds fill
the sky like a lake
and the sun bows goodbye
as those clouds they will break
without warnin'
his pace never changes with a smile in his eye
he breathes in what must be the smell of June or July
the rain like the kiss of a child on the cheek
the trees sway the wind it starts blowin'
and it's going: la da da..
and the rain is: la da da..
the hush and release
as the day greets the night
the air is a frozen frame
still in the light
of the evenin'
thoughts wane with moon's rising
high like a kite
and they drift on a carousel
lazily spinning
towards mornin'
images melt in a colorful sea
then shoot towards the sky in a floral menagerie
tumbling sounds like a musical fall
a whisper of noise while you're sleeping
yeah, you're dreaming - la da da..
we're all dreaming, la da da..
