Leaning on a tree trunk
thinking all the same junk
fallin in and out of a dream
Back and forth i'm swaying
i'm contemplating staying
laying and decaying when i know i must leave
Where do i aim when i shoot the breeze
how do i call myself at times like these
I need a simple kind of lovely
the thought is just a novelty
You can spend the whole time
dangling from a grape vine
standin underneath you when they cut you free
What about when the sun leaves
and what about all those bad dreams
who will walk you back into reality
I wish this could be like this everyday
but i know that i could never live this way
was just a simple kind of lovely
the memories will be okay
I wish things could be like this everyday
but i know i could never live this way
was just a simple kind of lovely
and the memories will be okay
Was jus a simle kind of lovely
and the memories will be okay