Sometimes I dream of a colorful circle

Sometimes I dream of a black and white square

Sometimes I think I'll need big jet engines

To get me from here to there

Sometimes I dream I'm in Mexico City

Sometimes I dream of an over-stuffed chair

Sometimes I think that the road's not built

That'll get me from here to there

I've seen 'em blue and yellow

I've seen 'em green and brown

I've seen 'em melted on the streets of this town

Sometimes I dream of her eyes or her smile

Sometimes I dream of the scent of her hair

Sometimes I think I've been lost in the outback

And I won't get from here to there

Sometimes I dream that I never was born

Sometimes I dream I'm just dust in the air

Sometimes I think that I shouldn't be dreaming

Sometimes I think that I'm better awake

Sometimes I think that I shouldn't be thinking

Of getting from here to there