Pieces of Dreams

Little boy lost
 In search
 Of little boy found
 You go wondering, wandering
 Stumbling, tumbling
 'round. . . 'round
 When will you find
 What's on the tip of your mind
 Mmm... why are you blind
 To all you ever were
 Never were
 Really are
 Nearly are
 Little boy false
 In search
 Of little boy true
 Will you be ever done
 Traveling
 Always unraveling
 You . . you
 Running away
 Could leave you farther astray
 And as for fishing in streams
 For pieces of dreams
 Those pieces will never fit
 What is the sense of it
 Little boy blue
 Don't let your little sheep roam
 It's time come blow your horn
 Meet them on
 Look and see
 Can you be far from home