Dreams
I am walking up my street near the end of the day
Its just about tea time, and there's nothing in my way
But I'm slow to get home, as I am watching my dreams
chase each other round the street, while I know people wait for me
to come home
The late afternoon light slicing through the sky
Makes a shadow out of me and I seem to stretch so high
The fingers of light dance on the pavement for a while,
then my shadow disappears, which reminds me that its time
to go home
Someone calls out my name as I open up the door,
Expectation starting up before the shopping hits the floor
The setting sun follows me as I go inside
Through the window but it hits me that there's nowhere I can hide
not even home
Food is on the table and washings on the line,
I go through the mail, and give the kids a little time
Before I find myself again, the clock says its time to sleep
And my dreams are waiting there, they are calling out to me
Calling me home
Falling into bed, there is time for me to be
drifting off to dreams at last I feel a little free.
This is where I live, in the spaces in between
all the things that people want , until there is room for me and all my dreams
to be at home.
