Mexico

This morning I woke up I had a melody in mind Felt like I should sing it but I wouldn't call it mine And then I'm making coffee, and then I'm making plans, then the song slips away like water through my hands. The last thing I remember is is the silence taking hold I'm in and out of dreams, I'm spinning way out of control: you gave me something beautiful, you gave me something true I try to make it mine; somehow I'm just not getting through. Dreams are just like melodies a delicate simplicity: fill them up with words, and drown them with philosophy. The dream I had was beautiful, but I let it get away from me... I let it get away from me. I used to have designs to make the whole world know my name, Was too close to the heat, I watched it all go up in flames, gave me something beautiful gave me something true I'm finding a way to complicate it like I always do. Remember what I said when we were down in Mexico? This dream we share is real and we can never let it go. I know I'm getting older, I'm feeling like a ghost: the way I feel right now I know I must be getting close... Must be getting close. Dreams are just like melodies a delicate simplicity: fill them up with words, and drown them with philosophy. The dream I had was beautiful, but I let it get away from me... I'm not the kind of man let it go so easily.