I see myself hitting a baseball
In a areen field somewhere near a freeway
I'm all tan and smiling and running from 3rd
base
And it's hot and
The kids keep playing the driving game
And they're singing the same goddamn refrain
And the sky is a blueish grey.
And its become just like a chemical strice
Tracing the lines in my face for
Something more beautiful than is there
I've barely been gone.
In my dreams
I see you at the foot of some mountains.
And we're taking some pictures or something
And we'd better hurry up
And it's late and
The sun keeps on shooting through pine trees
And the grass stains are wet on your new
jeans
And we'd better hurry up
And I've become just like a terrible mess
Searching the lines in my face for
Something more beautiful than is there
The crowds keep me coming back.
Cheering.
In my dreams
I see you asleep on a twin bed
The covers pulled up over your head
And I asleep or awake?
And it's morning
And the captain is playing the radio
