MY CHILL DREAM LAND
(ŠLorenzo Romagnoli) 2007
I was riding on the bus
Leaning on the window
I saw lots of folks like us
Staring at the rainbow
Then I fell asleep in the heat
And I dreamed of merry friends
And the sun was gone from my seat
When I woke with my head in my hands
I had spent a weekend in the west
I had found my way and my chill dream land
Now I came back in the summer
And I strolled on the old west trail
Now I brought my girl in the summer
And we kissed in my old dream land
I had spent a weekend in the west
I had found my way and my chill dream land