I sometimes go to my own little world.

It's okay.

They know me there.

My world is sundrenched. 

I used to fall asleep to dream

Of magic and of mischief things.

Sleeping is no longer what it used to be.

I no longer sleep to dream.

I sometimes think about the future.

Life is a hard game. I'm stuck.

I can't think of my next move.

Childhood livin' is easy to do.

Alone and lonely are sometimes confused.

Both can cause you to sing the blues.

Which one do you fall into?

And in between I drink black coffee.

Seasons change and turn cold

Another year about to unfold

Can we handle the change to come?

Oh yes..a change is gonna come.