Reese Fulmer & The Carriage House Band - Leaving a Dream

It's just like a boy to finally propose
By a bridesmaid in her sister's Sunday school clothes
Who is green as the delicate hand that he chose for himself

Float like a handful of leaves in the air
Up and over a groomsman with dirt in his hair
Who is watching a kiss and a secret affair by himself

It's like I was pulled from a cold silver screen
And in waking an old friend I'd never seen
Said that bright as the city may seem, it gleams for itself

I came home burning an old magazine poster
Pushing a broken, useless machine that was
Given as I left the kingdom of dreams by myself

You're just a handful of dirt in the air
By a pile of flowers and crumpled up prayers
That were wasted on kisses and secrets affairs by yourself

But I miss the wave of a delicate hand
To a tune being played by a carriage house band
Like the ringing of clarion bells all through the wasteland

Written by:
Reese Fulmer

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