my little window, my little dream

Sitting by my window
Starring through the clouds
I wish my imagination would grow
From my small mind in a crowd
I see the light as it dances
Through the trees and their boughs
Am I taking too many chances
Am I a man, I don’t see how

My mind, representing something a far
But im trapped inside this little blue car
If everything was a solid shade of pink
Maybe for once, we’d have our last drink

Back to my window,
A storm in my head
The rains has cleared and left
A sign that I dread
My muscles ach from the night before
A memory I dread

Whats done is done
What bad is bad
I guess you could run
But its just another fad
A fad that you fall into
And leave me to save you