High on california weed
Light streaming through the trees
I dream of someplace long ago
When we were young
Close your eyes a minute
Take my hand and listen
Can you hear
The swaying trees
Or is it me?
Now I'm
Streaming through the field
Baby is it real again?
Can you be my friend?
Meet me in the wood
Show me something good again
Is it real again?
Tell me its december
Tell me what you can remember
About 2012, an empty house
The taste of chlorine on your mouth
No it's springtime
There's that fucking bird again
Sometime you and I will head out west again
I've been waiting for the moment
I can hear you in the water
I've been looking at the stars all night
Trying to find
Some peace of mind
Somewhere I could go
And I get a funny feeling we're not so far from home
Now I'm
Streaming through the field
Baby is it real again?
Can you be my friend?
Meet me in the wood
Show me something good again
Is it real again?
I don't know how to return
From the pond cries
And the big skies
And the meadow birds
I don't know to return
All the love I never wanted
I don't have the words
Now I'm
Now I'm
Streaming through the field
Baby is it real again?
Can you be my friend?
Meet me in the wood
Show me something good again
Is it real again?