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