Out of Mind

notes:
historical: None. This is a song that Greg wrote. He always dedicates it to Smitha. So all of you romantics out there can make up your own history for it.
CDs/MP3s: It's on Dreaming in Hell's Kitchen
special Prodigals info: This is a great song. Maybe my favorite Greg original song.

Out of Mind

Greg: "Now we're going to sing a little song, and the chorus is dead simple, it just goes "Hey, hey, hey," so we want you guys all to sing along."

There�s a warm summer breeze, there�s a warm summer air
But it�s little that I see and it�s less that I care.
Tonight just happens to be one of those times
I just can�t get you out of my mind.

Though I walk through the valley, climb on the mountain,
Swim through the river, and I drink from the fountain
So many times that I�ve stopped counting,
Still you�re on my mind.

I say Hey hey hey
Go along move on move on

Stow those dreams, I knew that they�d crop up.
Raise my glass and I down a loving cup.
Little to say, and there�s less to do,
The needle just swings back to you.
Images spill imagination,
Smile fuels and conflagration,
Hope no fear no expectation,
Drive them from my mind.

If I could choose my obsessions,
Array my mind like my possessions,
I�d put them all in a chest and so
Lower them down where the dead men go.
But I close my eyes and thoughts come teeming,
Waking, sleeping, still I�m dreaming,
I don�t know what dreams have meaning,
Just that they�re of you.