Most things that I know
I don’t know what they mean
There’s just a grey sky
And a wet forset
And a shelter
Warm as its color
Like a tangerine
“What’s the future like?”
People ask you
“It’s like the colors of the houses
In Ketchikan, Alaska”
Most things that I know
I don’t know what they mean
Sometimes you just trust it
You trust what you feel
Dream a future
That won’t happen
Trust it to be real
To be real
I have all that I need
But what I want most
Is to see your reflection
In a triangle window
On the Big Sur coast
I’d have to look back
On a very different life
To have arrived there
Sometimes you just trust it
You trust what you feel
Dream a future
That may not happen
Trust it to be real
Sometimes you just trust it
You trust what you feel
Dream a future
That may not happen
Trust it to be real
To be real
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