Wednesday, September 19, 2007

A song a day

I feel like a dream that's not worth having
Like a nervous joke, ain't nobody laughing
Like somebody with nothing
'cause they don't know, what they're wanting
Tiny like the sand in the cracks of the drift wood
Washed up on the shore of an ocean of you
Boats out on the horizon
Made out of the maple tree where we used to lie down
On Meadowlake Street counting the stars
You and I

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