its six o clock and i am dreaming
this lonesome ride in an empty coach and i am dreaming
flying trees under greying skies and i am dreaming
the sullen rattle of the train on stones and i am dreaming
the last yawn of the fading sun and i am dreaming
dreaming beyond the vast empty spaces of life
of crystal blue skies over the endless greens
dreaming of some unseen honey love eyes
of a mystic touch under the open skies
flocks of birds heading for a faraway home and i am dreaming
a vagabond stream in this middle of nowhere and i am dreaming
a few slivers of shine and i am dreaming
dreaming of some destinations overshot
places all I chose not to stop
dreaming of the tracks that diverged
dreaming of places they could have led
this subtle chill in the gushing wind and i am dreaming
holding myself a little tighter, i am dreaming
this barren stare of empty lands and i am dreaming
far & few sprouts of green, i am dreaming
dreaming of the promised land, the reason at the end of it all
dreaming of a satiated soul , rising phoenix past this long night of coal
some new eyes across the aisle, a little glance and i am dreaming
this journey, this track, destination nowhere in my sight and i am dreaming
this scorching relentless must lead to somewhere, i am dreaming
where this journey shall end, i am dreaming
will there be the days of spring, of sun and green, i am dreaming
or will there be only cold claws of wind, i am dreaming
will the train be empty and destination deserted, i am dreaming
or will I find the twinkle of an eye, i am dreaming
or will there be only cold claws of wind, i am dreaming
will the train be empty and destination deserted, i am dreaming
or will I find the twinkle of an eye, i am dreaming
