Sometimes I go back
To summer days in the fields of time
Evergreen dreams casting shadows on the dirt
Echo’s of voices with charming rhyme
Doors that close behind my back
And windows open to see the sky
Engines rolling across grey tarmac
My hopes answer when I ask them why
Sheets of paper folded to fit your name
Grass brushing the soles of our feet
Unknown strangers line the paths we tread
Take us back to the day we met
Starting to fret at the suns shallow streams
Falling out of the sky into restless night
I only see you now in my dreams
That take on forms of passion so light
Come back to me one Sunday afternoon
And I’ll show you all the secrets kept
Behind my eyes and the far side of the moon
Are the memories of you over which I wept