This song is simply about a child who is obsessing over a girl. Written during 2010. My then 10 year old sister sings the chorus.

In my dreams, come to me you will see

That the wind is behind you

Just the same, no different choices to choose from

Killing time, after time in the soft metal grasslot

Every day times are changing in every way

I whither without you, somedays

It’s easy to see that you love me here

Playing house in a field here maybe

I’ll come up with a way to make it real

To make it real, to make it real

To make it real, to make it real

Flowing, ridged grass, around your feet, you come to me

And the sails are above you

Grow a beak, dissolve your feet, and fly into the edge of the canyon

Watching you is all I do when I sit on the asphalt

Welcome to my dream of you, let’s walk on through