I saw you in a dream, waiting there for me.

I wore you on my heart, you wore me on your sleeve.

We danced beneath the stars, down beside the creek.

Tomorrow when I wake, I'll remember how it used to be.

Sway, sway.

Ain't no rhyme or reason going to tell us why the good goes away.

Sway, sway.

It's dizzyin' the feeling think' about how all good things change.

All the trees have grown, overgrown they sway, in a dream, a field, where we used to play.

Hear the branches moan, moaning' in the breeze.

Tomorrow when I wake I'll remember how it used to be.

Sway, sway.

Ain't no rhyme or reason going to tell us why the good goes away.

Sway, sway.

It's dizzyin' the feeling think' about how all good things change.

All of those times in the fields, all our white horses have gone and run away, we find.

Don't wanna stop short just to see, we've taken for granted all of this passing time.