I fell asleep on the ride home - had one dream, and then I woke to the sound of a sliding door, an '87 Aerostar. Earlier, I remember now...before I slept, you sang out loud to a song with words that gave up all hope to come back home.
I'm aware on that day you were singing that song on the radio somewhere far away, hoping to stay 'cause you'd rather be some place far from this one and never seen again, but I'm here to listen & sing along.
All the pain that was hear before, it never stopped - she said to me - we could've ran away to the western shore, but in that thought I fell asleep. A mighty wind blew away the leaves off all the trees that were in my dream. Almost every color drifted out to sea, but never change to the evergreen.
Revelation on distant stations in far off places, just me & you - I don't care what my location is anymore.