Dreaming

Mostly I'm just following my feet,
I don't plan a lot.
I like surprises in my day.
And I don't mind sitting all alone,
Gives me time to think, to dream of houses in the trees.
Dreaming, I see bridges spanning spaces between red oak trees,
Connecting houses in the leaves.
Someday my room will rock and shiver with the wind.
One day I'll eat my dinner in a tree.

For the dream to live there comes a time when you have to work,
Time to roll the sleeves up on your shirt.
And sometimes if you think of what's
Involved, it can hurt your head.
A labor of love can be the hardest labor.
Dreaming, building bridges spanning
Spaces between red oak trees,
Connecting houses in the leaves.
Someday my room will rock and shiver with the wind.
One day I'll write my songs up in a tree.

If you find me following my feet far out on a limb,
Forgetting things I should have known,
You can laugh but don't be surprised by
That blank stare in my eyes,
I'm just making plans for my new home.
Dreaming, I see bridges spanning spaces between red oak trees,
Connecting houses in the leaves.
Someday my room will rock and shiver with the wind.
One day I'll eat my pie up in the sky.

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming (softly).
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.