Lagoon - Latin Playboys

Last night I hung a branch on the wall

To greet the new day

To send me on my way

Footsteps on still water

Come spirits of gone afternoons

Junes by lakes

Evening moons over tired wheelhouses

Boxcars and fields

Tallest wheat grasses and sloping hills

And cardboard slides

On Sunday drives with windows down

To warm breeze summer nights under backyard stars

Sleep beneath blankets and sticks

On the ground on garden grass

Where I play

Where I stay

Where a restless dream meets the water and fades away

Last night I hung a branch on the wall

To meet tomorrow

And send me through my day

Where a grey old dream meets the water and fades away