I took the same route to school
I’m almost late again, even though I woke up at six AM
I’ve been dreaming of something that right now is still nothing
But it could become my world once the day is through
She could become my everything or a whisper in my ear
Across a highway. I would cross a highway to catch you
To catch you would be all that I can honestly ask for from you
It’s something about the way she falls back asleep
It’s eight-thirty and in her textbook she’s waist deep
And it could be a sign when she wakes up she’s looking at me
Right at me
And I don’t know how many times
That I would have to ask her if I’m dreaming
The way her hair falls on top of her shoulders
Makes me feel like screaming