I was in Jarrod’s room last night
It was by a lake
That had the appearance of an ocean

It was summer
I was alone

I was sitting next to the window
Able to touch the water

A buoy floated past
It had the face of a child

Then it was winter
But not cold
People went skating by

The bedroom door began to close

I am swaying
In the crown of a Ponderosa Pine

I am watching my memories
On instant replay