side of the road

There is a cloud over my head I can move into it, isn't that what you said? There is a sound in the back of my hand Trying to concentrate Is it something I've heard? Make me a dream, rubber or steel You would see all of it And would definitely feel All that I want And all that I fear Will be inside of it Pulling by the side of the road It's the prettiest thing That I can do for you (oh!) Pulling all the trees we have seen Plant in our memory It's so special to me Pulling by the side of the road It's the prettiest thing That I can do for you (oh!) Pulling all the trees we have seen Plant in our memory It's so special to me