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I wander in my sleep,
a 250 mile trip.
All routes point south,
to the only place I want to be.
I can catch the 11:50, if I hurry...

or...

I can wander,
and reach the same destination.
Riding a cosmic link,
to your dreams.

She told me "sweet dreams,"
and I planned to meet her there.
A subconscious rendezvous,
with eyes that stung serenity
and a touch that melted hopelessness.
I can catch the 12:15, if I hurry...

or...

I can wander,
and reach the same destination.
Riding a cosmic link,
to your dreams.

Under a tree, in the car,
the location never constant.
Yet it was always my intent
to find the same love waiting.
I was never dissapointed.
I can catch the...

"What's the rush?"
To be with you...
"I'm here, I'm always here."
But never close enough