When I fall asleep,
I dream fast indeed,
I picture the clouds,
I picture the crowns,

With clouds as vanilla white,
with street lamps floating tonight,
the sky moves slowly, then fast,
the ground I'm on, shakes me glad,

I love to dream,
I love to believe,
I really can't explain,
I really can't complain,

The birds that hover around,
the butterflys that come down,
the horses that gallop along,
the skys smiling down in town,

Please, come with me,
please, dream with me,
please, I know you'll love this like me,
please, I know you'll feel better like me,

I can't wait till tomorrow,
I can't tell you the relief of this sorrow,
to get away from the harsh reality today,
and I plan to get run away this day,

Not in actually running,
not in what your planning,
by laying your head to deep,
and I swear you'll love the rest.