someday i'll walk back home
under the ever grey clouds
i will jog- hop and skip.
pretend that its a nice day
as a warm breeze
would blow across my face
keep me cozy
on the dark dead end street
but i'll walk on,
dreaming of home
i will come
when im high
i'll come when im ok
its not today
not tomorrow
neither day after
it is but there
in my thoughts, dreams
even my fantasies.
dreams do come true
dont they?
i'll be home someday
i will be home someday
dreams do come true
dont they?
