Letras
Sometimes I dream
If I had hollow bones and feathers, I could fly
And sometimes I dream
If I had all the answers, then I'd never wonder why
Sometimes
Sometimes I dream
My dream is living up in the mountains of California
Some green, some snow-capped, some round
Some with lots of jagged edges and cliffs and crevices
(Sometimes)
My dream is blowing through the desert
Carrying the path of sand grains
Tickling tumbleweeds and being pricked by cacti
(Sometimes)
Changing with each desert sunset and rise
(Sometimes)
Blooming like the desert rose
Sometimes dying and fixed, like bleached cattle bones
Sometimes I dream
If I had hollow bones and feathers, I could fly
And sometimes I dream
If I had all the answers, then I'd never wonder why
Sometimes I dream
My dream is driving down a highway
Staying within the lines (Sometimes)
Changing lanes (Sometimes)
Speeding up, slowing down as needed or desired
Structures, trees, billboards, beauty and decay
(Sometimes)
Some leave impressions, some fade, some just never were
(Sometimes)
My dream is sitting in seat 9A
On flight whatever, from wherever, to who knows
As it ascends, my dream travels
From dark cloud to blue sky in an instant, amazing
(Sometimes)
Even from a plane window, the sky's
Expanse is intoxicating and inspiring
(My dream)
My dream is in a frenzy up here, traveling at high speed
Rushing from heart to pelvis, back up to heart, to brain matter
Frightening and invigorating
(Sometimes)
My dream is moving, altering, creating, crying, living
(Sometimes)
My dream is alive
(Breathe)
(Sometimes)
Sometimes I dream
If I had hollow bones and feathers, I could fly