Songtexte Quiet Alleys - Trout Fishing In America

In the quiet alleys of my mind
Where I go from time to time
The busy streets are miles away from me
In the quiet alleys of my mind
The quiet alleys of my mind
In the unkept corners of my room
That have seldom seen the bristles of a broom
There are dusty stacks to shuffle through
In the unkept corners of my room
In the quiet alleys of my mind
Outside my window
The trees are dressing for a fling
The birds and flowers
Paint these hills the colors of Spring
That's where I go to find your face
A dimpled smile that cannot be erased
Among all the treasures I have saved
That's where I go to find your face
In the quiet alleys of my mind
Outside my window
The trees are dressing for a fling
The birds and flowers
Paint these hills the colors of Spring
As long as my heart beats the time
There'll be a tangled knot that never will unwind
And a brilliant light that will always shine
In the quiet alleys of my mind
The quiet alleys of my mind