Mountains rise up from the seas.
Fiery fountains burn down the trees.

Chorus.
Who’s dreaming now?
Who’s dreaming now?

Getting lost on the New York streets
Find a way, and then it repeats
Looking for that second sight
Waiting for the perfect night.

Chorus.

Is there something we can learn?
Some pattern we can discern.

Chorus

Bridge

Watching for the shadow land
Living in your sleep
It will end like it began
Nothing much to keep.

©2022 Craig Hansen