Dreams Ain't My Own

These dreams ain't my own, they're just visions from Hell

I tried to catch a baby goat from a cliff, we both fell

We landed in a place that was a scene, bare and dry

That baby goat landed on the other side

I could not breathe, I couldn't cry

Black was the color in that baby goat's eyes

Dreamt I was a schoolboy and I didn't wanna go

The whole was thing was cancelled because of the snow

I dreamt I was a paperboy and I couldn't be late

Had Sunday mornin' paper on the doorstep by eight

I dreamt of my old love, the one left back home

I once held her close, she called me her own

Her parents, they loved me, there on my life

They wish I had made their daughter my wife

But it's a little late now, boys, the train's good and gone

And the only home I know is in a lonesome folk song

Well, it's Springtime and it's Oregon rain

There's some things on my mind I can't explain

I've done all I can, I've done my very best

But lately I've been feeling so goddamn depressed

Thinkin' about you in your white flower dress

Springtime, Oregon rain

Some things on my mind I can't explain

I've done all I can, I've done my very best

Lately I've been feeling so goddamn depressed

My baby, she loves me, my friends, they do too

Lately I been thinkin' about me and you

Wonderin' if the things you said are still true