Lost

The old meadows we go On dreamfields of lonesome Of endless longitudes and latitudes There I walk on a pavement of roses Where the sun rises, just to put me down And I lay still As their head rest gently against my chest Both reaching into the unknown to find home But home was just an empty oasis Where tears she left to dry And my voice left to slumber Who'd be a stranger roaming In the land of forgotten love A stranger so lonesome But maybe we're not alone running into the wild Perhaps our minds no longer reluctant Maybe we're not lost in the dreamfields Maybe I'm not alone after all