I wander inside this head of mine,
Lost in the alleys of my own thoughts.
You wonder where I've gone today;
I wonder where I've not.

I drifted down the street of love
But found it was a dead end.
So I turned myself around
And started over again.

I strolled a long the street of joy,
But all its shops were bare.
I ambled through the avenues of the past
But found nothing for me there.

I wandered through the future,
Though the weather was quite poor.
It was overcast and foggy,
And everything was obscured.

I sat down in the square,
And here I linger still.
If I quit chasing down my dreams,
Perhaps they'll come of their own will.