I wake to the sounds of far-off church bells ringing
And I try to recall exactly where I am
There’s no traffic sounds here, just a distant train rumbling
And the sugarcane sweetness on the breeze close at hand
Then something else stirs within
My thoughts go trailing back again
If I had a bird’s eye guiding light view
I might never descend
And it’s dream blue water, dream blue water
Gut-wrenching flashback to a vision almost gone
Dream blue water, dream blue water
Just a droplet of sweetness, then it’s time to move on
I wake to the sounds of bike bells and shouting
A medley of foreign words, industrial bedlam
The memory of northern lights remains on my tongue
And the finest white widow in all of Amsterdam
Then something else stirs me more
My thoughts go back to a time before
Between states of agony and bliss
I run until I find what my soul has been starving for
Dream blue water, dream blue water
A bit of passion still holds toxins inside
Dream blue water, dream blue water
Just a droplet of sweetness is all I need to abide
I wake to the sound of a loudly-chirping songbird
Trying to stake out its territory fair and square
So I leave in quiet exile in search of some peace
And return with an evening raga hanging in the air
Then something stirs me, to my dismay
My thoughts go spiraling away
It was so close, almost too late
I almost took to the sea and swam away
And it’s dream blue water, dream blue water
Tried to get to the sea, that divine wishing well
Dream blue water, dream blue water
Just a droplet of sweetness through the bars of my prison cell