Trail

I had a dream there was a show, at the funeral home and it finished way past dark

So we walked through the night, through the glass floor to find our way to the light

By the garage off in the distance we met you and I didn't know what to do

I saw you through the eye of the telescope lens and at the bar

When I was playing my guitar

I feel so guilty

Wrapped in deep in these romantic situations in my dreams

And then your friends mother offered to drive us home

I just saw it as a chance to get you alone