Pieces of Dreams

Little boy lost

In search of little boy found

You go a wondering, wandering

Stumbling, tumbling 'round, 'round

When will you find

What's on the tip of your mind

Why are you blind to all you ever would?

Never would really are, nearly are

Little boy false

In search of little boy true

Will you be ever done

Traveling, always unraveling, you, you

Running away

Could lead you farther astray

And as for fishing in streams

For pieces of dreams

Those pieces will never fit

What is the sense of it?

Little boy blue

Don't let your little sheep roam

It's time come blow your horn

Meet the morn, look and see

Can you be far from home?