Текст песни Sometimes I... - Ursula Rucker

Sometimes I dream...
If I had hollow bones and feathers, I could fly.
And sometimes I dream...
If I had all the answers then I'd never wonder why.
Sometimes...
Sometimes I dream...
My dream is living up in the mountains of California, some green,
Some snow-capped, some round,
Some with lots of jagged edges and cliffs and crevasses.
Sometimes...
My dream is glowing through the desert,
Carrying the path of sand greens, tickling, tumbling weeds,
And being pricked by cactii. (Sometimes...) Changing,
With each desert sunset and rise. (Sometimes...
) Looming like the desert woes. Sometimes,
Dying and fixed, like bleached cattle bones.
Sometimes I dream...
If I had hollow bones and feathers, I could fly.
And sometimes I dream...
If I had all the answers then I'd never wonder why.
Sometimes I dream...
My dream is driving down a highway, staying within the lines.
(Sometimes...) Changing lanes. (Sometimes...) Speeding up,
Slowing down, as needed, or desired. Structures, trees, billboards,
Beauty in decay. (Sometimes...
) Some leave impressions, some fade,
Some just... never were. (Sometimes...)
My dream is seating in seat 9A, on a flight wherever, from wherever,
To who knows, as it ascends.
My dream travels from dark cloud to blue sky, in an instant, amazing.
(Sometimes...) Even from a plane window the sky's expanse is
Intoxicating, and inspiring. (My dream...) My dream's in a frenzy,
Up here, travelling at high speed, rushing from heart to pelvis,
Back up to heart, to brain matter. Frightning and invigorating.
(Sometimes...) My dream is moving,
Altering, creating, crying, living. (Sometimes...)
My dream, is alive. (Dream...)
Sometimes...
Sometimes I dream...
If I had hollow bones and feathers, I could fly.
And sometimes I dream...
If I had all the answers then I'd never wonder why.
Sometimes...
Sometimes, I dream...
Sometimes, I dream...