side b

goodbye again, Lindsey. I'm going home late tomorrow but for me the vacation is over.

I feel as if I am waking slowly, eyelids parting to a dark hotel room that is not peaceful.

It's out there, it's out there
If you want me, I'll be here
I'll be dreaming my dreams with you
And there's no other place that I'd lay down my face
I'll be dreaming my dreams with you...