In the sky is the moon
  This large yellow circle finds her in the mood.
  In her eyes I can see it all.
  A short plaid skirt, a white short sleeve shirt.
  My dreams aren't premonitions,
  because I'm dreaming of impossible outcomes.
  I've tried to understand but I just don't understand
  empty signposts seen through large windows.
  Late one fall afternoon after school,
  in the cool, cool suburban breeze of Louisville.
  It's unaffordable.
  It's unavoidable.
  It's inevitable.
  Our eyes, hearts and words are evidence
  My dreams aren't premonitions
  Because I'm dreaming of impossible outcomes
  I've tried to understand but I just don't understand
  Empty signposts seen through large windows