she thinks she dreams in color now
and she wonders when it rains
where the smoke gets away to
on burnt out autumn days
cold-weather coats
and someone else's chill
she never could get warm
-she never will-
vacation destinations
she can't forget the trees
she thinks she always screams

- - -
rocks come here to turn this amazing shade
dull grey to deep space
blue
you are here to change
she thinks she always knew
- - -

we should take the high road
before this day disappears
we could find our own way
before we disappear
cause the sun won't set till everything is right
she pretends she doesn't know
it's just a slipshod way of holding off the night

and she thinks dirt paths
will always lead to somewhere
but the world is grinding by
and they've all closed their eyes
they never see the snake that hisses
at their mission-minded feet

and she thinks she dreams