Neopolitan Dreams

You go and I'll be okay
 I can dream the rest away
 It's just a little touch of fate, it'll be okay
 It sure takes its precious time
 But it's got rights and so have I
 I turn my head up to the sky
 I focus one thought at a time
 I do not let the little thieves
 Under my tightly buttoned sleeve
 It couldn't be a longer time
 I feel like I am walking blind
 I've no arrival time
 There are no legible signs
 There are no legible signs
 I like the way that you talk
 I like the way that you walk
 It's hard to recreate
 Such an individual gait
 You wait your turn in the queue
 You say your "Sorry"'s and "Thank you"'s
 I don't think you're ever
 A hundred percent in the room
 You're not in the room
 You're not in the room
 Deepest of the dark nights
 Here lies the highest of highs
 Neopolitan Dreams
 Stretching out to the sea
 You wait your turn in the queue
 You say your "Sorry"s and "Thank you"s
 I don't think you're ever
 A hundred percent in the room
 You're not in the room
 You're not in the room