Riding out along the river

stopping by the pines

It's nice for someone speaking, to be heard,

by heart and mind

Lying on the needle floor

the city seems so far

Moving with your eyes and smile,

your words told who you are

Sunday grey, one window brings the morning

and your words, like dawn, have opened up my eyes

I've been on a sleepy ride without much time for thinking

'til I spent one evening by your Southeast City

Window side

Baby hair a blowin'

in the Sunday morning air

Dreaming on another place and time,

wish we were there

In your dreams you're far away

and I'm right behind

You know, it's nice for someone speaking. to be heard,