Sunsets in fading distance
Leaves on oak trees swaying in the summers ending breeze
Looking up to appearing stars
Lying on my back on the hood of my car

Field of a dream
So sweet

I spot a flock of birds flying home, for evenings fast approaching

Cricket's ambient lullaby filling up my ears

How I love to be here
Lying on my back
Searching out the patterns in the sky's fading clouds

Fat Old Sun
Playing on the radio

So perfect...

But the fact still remains
I've no-one to share with

Moonrise coming into view
Music fading into blue
Lying on my back
On the hood of my car
Alone in a field of a dream