

Slow-moving clouds across the bay
The city speaks in shades of gray
A quiet coffee, steam rises slow
Nowhere we really have to go
Float away on a velvet breeze
Drifting slow through the quiet trees
Time is bending, the world is still
Lost inside this morning chill
Dust motes dancing in the beam
Living out a silent dream
The clock is ticking,
but we don't care
Just breathing in the dusty air
Float away...
Drifting slow... (hummmm)