In dreams
I'm orbiting your sun
told there's a difference between win and won
I'm sleeping in the shade of your moon
I have no idea what will happen to
me next so far so soon
I guess some day I'll have to leave
this room, shed my cocoon
but it feels like it's not today
there's a windstorm outside my tower raging
snow and Winter
and I can just see the whisps of the witches
riding on their brooms on their way to the Blue Hills
due east from my balcony
for sure I'll find a cure for these blues
looking in my cupboard for a harmony tea infusion
a cure or just increasing this sense of illusion
Tomorrow is gonna find me anyway

the apache kid