There's A Song That Only Sings When I Am Laying Here Staring At The Sky' And In My Dreams I Soar Through The Clouds And Look Down At Myself.
No Dreams Of Mine Are Connected In Any Way At All But Am I Not A Green Monkey When My Dreams Are Always Of Leaving Here?
But As I Lay Here Watching The Boats Casually Pass By I Imagine I Were Sailing Away With Them. There Is Another Place There Is Another Life Where The Green Monkeys Guide Me To The Home I'm Meant To Find.