• I lie in bed
    as the stars go by
    flying through
    the midnight sky

    The freezing wind
    blows up the hill,
    carrying with it
    an icy cold chill

    The stars are out,
    they're shining brightly
    as I curl under the covers
    sheets wound around tightly

    I'm dreaming of people
    they're special and few
    so it's impossible to know
    if I'm dreaming of you.

    Life goes on by,
    outside on the street
    full of loud strangers
    and their bustling feet.

    Dawn's light arises
    it is shining bright
    but the tightly wound covers
    are obstructing my sight.

    So onward I fly
    through the bright blue
    forward and onward,
    flying to you.