My dreams, my tears, my hopes, my fears. Yearning love I immerse. My world in a verse
Monday, September 17, 2012
In A Dream
© 2012 Mark Cote
On an old deserted highway
an old man walks and cries
the anguish melted in his eyes
is what he can't disguise
Like some old lost memory
in this sleepy little town
her melody comes back to him
and doesn't make a sound
as he sits there outside himself
in a cold disdain
blind bluebird sings her song
some things he can't explain
(chorus) In a dream in a dream
she knew what she meant to him
in a dream in a dream
she never went away
in a dream in a dream
he wished that she would hear
in a dream in a dream
why did she disappear
he used up so much energy
now all he feels is numb
this is not the kind of a man
he thought he would become
though he knows he can't deny
what they had was real
and until the day that he dies
that's just the way he'll feel
(chorus)
just so many hours
before we're old and grey
just so many hours
until we go away
While he strolls on a sunny beach
he cries now just the same
while painted smiles on her face
in October rain
(chorus)
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