indian dreamer

Indian dreamer tell me your thoughts now cause I am weary
and I know there is naught holding you near me
lying back in a stream of consciousness that's turning dreary
with your Indian dreams within and without me

don't trouble your head
put the night to bed

When trouble returns dress is soft words under the city
I never thought you'd have somewhere to keep these
thoughts of the past. Some thoughts at last, some thoughts are eerie
Still your Indian dreams are within me and without me

Don't trouble your head
put the night to bed