Fast asleep

not in a dream 

just in that place below

Carried by blue waters

down

that old grade road

And Emily is waiting there

she's got her blue dress on

Her long hair blowing

in the wind

the forest sings her song

I see her dance through golden fields

Her eyes reflect the sun

If I look too long that

swirling twirling

memory is gone

When we were young we talked with angels and I know her voice was heard

through the pain and the confusion

that clouded up her world

And I used to be there for her

'till I chose just not to be

and the miles

came between us

down that old grade road

back to Emily