Neopolitan Dreams - Lisa Mitchell

You go on, I’ll be okay, I can dream the rest away

It’s just a little touch of fate

It’ll be okay, it sure takes it’s precious time

But it’s got right and so have I

I turn my head up to the sky

I focus one thought at a time

I do not let the little thieves

Under my tightly buttoned sleeves

You couldn’t be a longer time

I feel like I am walking blind

I have nowhere, I’ll have time

There are no legible signs

There are no legible signs

I like the way that you talk

I like the way that you walk

It’s hard to recreate

Such an individual gate

You wait your turn in the queue

You say your sorries and thank yous

I don’t think you’re ever a hundred percent in the room

You’re not in the room, you’re not in the room

Deepest of the dark nights

Here lies the highest of highs

Neopolitan dreams

Stretching out to the sea

You wait your turn in the queue

You say your sorries and thank yous

I don’t think you’re ever a hundred percent in the room

You’re not in the room, you’re not in the room