In dream I drive a car along low lagoon
To meet your mind in modern modest bach
The door if shut yet free of snib or latch
On porch I sigh at sea its bar and dune
We scout thrift shops theyve proven budget boon
We buy abandoned stuff of fade and scratch
A childs toy tin truck a vessels hatch
A baby blinking doll a silver spoon
You might think these thoughts wide eyed reverie
Escapist fantasy expect a joke
You read as sick of vacant virtuous folk
I love you mute in each else every
A day dream delved to rudiments the reach
Our breezy step along that bendy beach
Chorus reach ambit compass
