There are no dream clouds in the sky today
Just a blank faded blue sky staring back at me
Yesterday I drove underneath them smiling
So easily lost in their looming shadows
They marched like wild water buffaloes
Grazing on sunshine across the stark blue
Today they've moved on to another pasture
Burdened am I by their loss, but silent
Still they march and still they carry on
The stampeding herd welcomes all souls
The tokens they carry match those that I hold
No matter how far they run they'll never grow old
My heart holds them closely forever I'm told
Those dream clouds held so close to my soul
