Ive been waitin
Anticipatin
Sun comes up
The skies wont sink my soul
Ive dreamt of this
But is never comes
But it never comes
The risin
The natures dry
Folk!

Ive been dreamin
Traced out but dreamin
The sun coems up
The blisters burn my soul
Im dreamin
Of something now
Of something now
Of the risin
The natures dry
And all the groovey ones (? )