Late Sunday morning, I woke up
retracing my footsteps.
Slowly, time is passing by.
Foreign simple pleasures
draw me in; there are no worries.
Dreamer, take me in.
No one's fooling you,
its another reminder of survival;
the day unfolds, spinning out of control.
Am I pursuing the right dreams?
I always liked being different,
but you're so much like me.
I never know whats in store-
So I leave it all behind.
I just might believe you, dreamer.