when you cry you always view the world through blurry eyes and you don’t see clearly turn off the water works it’s merely one of those weeping willow days when you weep you may as well just cry yourself to sleep and go off to dreamtime you’ll feel much better in the meantime then no more weeping willow days then no more weeping willow days close my eyes and sleep – i close my eyes and go to sleep and it’s alright ‘cause i no longer have to weep and through the darkness comes the light and it’s alright as i just dream away the night dreaming of much greener pastures than what i had before dreaming of a better life in store dreaming that i had become all that i’d hope to be then i awake just in time to see the strumming birds and humble bees and butterflies riding the breeze