Old Dream

The stray, it came, followed us home
It brushed around our four legs
And looked past them to the door
We just laughed and shook our heads
And secretly hoped it'd come back
The next day...
It didn't
You even went back to the place
We first saw it, just in case
While I was glad to stay at home
Searching for money in old birthday cards
John Milton himself
Would've felt these things, too
I read somewhere
Even blindness couldn't keep him down
I can see him now fumbling through the dark
To find a pen and anything for paper
Mark the page
Take the car
Pass the building
And wonder where you are
And which storey?
You were in my dream again
I would tell you, but it don't mean anything
It's just my old dream
There's no yellow fields
Of sunflower farms
If I have to show you
I can do it with my arms
No bunches of balloons
Or mariachi bands
If you need to see
Then I can show you with my hands
Tie the shoe
Take the car
Unfold the road
Because it goes to where you are
And your story
You were in my dream again
I could tell you, but it don't mean anything
It's just my old dream...