I was sleeping, gently drifting,

Laying in the back of the car.


Woke up hearing your singing,

Mix in with the rain and a guitar.

Floating, swimming in the Gulf of Mexico

Warming up,

Fires on the beach in San Francisco...

Driving through the white snow

Ferry to the Isle Victoria,

Walk high enough,

You're at the bottom of the ocean years ago....

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