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 Pa** 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...