These Living Dreams

Subtle change in the air
Trees are different
Something different, can’t describe
Birds are whistling
Something that they used to sing
Way back, who knows when
Or maybe you’re just looking at me
Like you used to look at me again

Maybe I am a ghost
And I’m the only one that hasn’t
Been informed, long ago
That I’m some long-dead protoplasm
But something calls me back tonight

To the land of living men
Or maybe you’re just looking at me
Like you used to look at me again

These living dreams
I sing
These living dreams
I sing

Subtle change, like the clouds
Soft clouds floating by
Little breeze takes me along
My soul can’t help but fly
Out across the mountains where
The sunrise never ends
Or maybe you’re just looking at me
Like you used to look at me
Maybe you’re just looking at me
Like you used to look at me again

These living dreams
I sing
These living dreams
I sing