In the sky is the moon
This large yellow circle finds her in the mood.
In her eyes I can see it all.
A short plaid skirt, a white short sleeve shirt.
My dreams aren`t premonitions,
because I`m dreaming of impossible outcomes.
I`ve tried to understcnd but I just don`t understand
empty signposts seen through large windows.
Late one fall afternoon after school,
in the cool, cool suburban breeze of Louisville.
It`s unaffordable.
It`s unavoidable.
It`s inevitable.
Our eyes, hearts and worts are evidence
My dreams aren`t premonitions
Because I`m dreaming of impossible outcomes
I`ve tried to understand but I just don`t understand
Empty signposts seen through large windows