Circle of Dreams

We were sitting in a circle, talking about our dreams Talking about the color purple, talking about if we had the means to keep going with these routines I would've said, hey, how's it going Except, there's a man in the grass, will he let us pass Maybe we should ask If there was something wrong, if there was something fun If there was something gone, if there was something done We were sitting in a circle, talking about our dreams Asking about the stupid places, is there any good graces It's what my face is I would've said, hey, how's it going Except, there's a man in the grass, will he let us pass Maybe we should ask If there was something wrong, if there was something fun If there was something gone, if there was something done I draw a circle out in my journal, writing about the color purple I draw a blob as I begin to sob, I draw a square to be more fair I would've said, hey, how's it going Except, there's a man in the grass, will he let us pass Maybe we should ask If there was something wrong, if there was something fun If there was something gone, if there was something done If there was something wrong, if there was something fun If there was something gone, if there was something done Hey, how's it going Except, there's a man in the grass, will it let us pass Maybe we should ask If there was something wrong, if there was something fun If there was something gone, if there was something done If there was something wrong, if there was something fun If there was something gone, if there was something done