The stray, it came, followed us home   It brushed around our four legs   And looked past them to the door   We just laughed and shook our heads   And secretly hoped it'd come back   The next day...   It didn't   You even went back to the place   We first saw it, just in case   While I was glad to stay at home   Searching for money in old birthday cards      John Milton himself   Would've felt these things, too   I read somewhere   Even blindness couldn't keep him down   I can see him now fumbling through the dark   To find a pen and anything for paper      Mark the page   Take the car   Pass the building   And wonder where you are   And which storey?      You were in my dream again   I would tell you, but it don't mean anything   It's just my old dream      There's no yellow fields   Of sunflower farms   If I have to show you   I can do it with my arms      No bunches of balloons   Or mariachi bands   If you need to see   Then I can show you with my hands      Tie the shoe   Take the car   Unfold the road   Because it goes to where you are   And your story      You were in my dream again   I could tell you, but it don't mean anything   It's just my old dream...