Rising Sun - John Doe

in his dreams, he still flies

in his dreams, he still rides

in his dreams, he starts to cry

in his dreams, he still dreams

the river washed him down

underwater, over head

swllows in the air

horses in the sand

running home to no one

right then he started a dream

the wind dried his hair

as he walked inot the sun

standing at the edge of the world

tastiing the ocean as it rushes in

standing at the edge of the world

feet in the sand waiting on the rising sun

in his dreams, he still flies

in his dreams, he still dreams