Neopolitan Dreams

You go and I’ll be okay

I can dream the rest away

It’s just a little touch of fate

It’ll be okay

I turn my head up to the sky

Focus on one thought at a time

I do not let the little thieves

Under my tightly buttoned sleeves

It couldn’t be a longer time

I feel like I am walking blind

I have no idle time

There are no legible signs

There are no legible signs

I like the way that you walk

I like the way that you talk

It’s hard to recreate such an individual gait

You wait you turn in the queue

You say your sorrys and thank yous

I don’t think you’re ever a hundred percent in the room

You’re not in the room

No, you’re not in the room

Deepest of the dark nights

Here lies the highest of highs

Neopolitan dreams

Stretching out to the sea

You wait your turn queue

You say your sorrys and thank yous

I don’t think you’re ever a hundred percent in the room

You’re not in the room

No, you’re not in the room