10-1-2012 What Dreamers Do

All alone on a ferris wheel,the view is great,

A summer song fills the air with a beat of a heartache,

High above the setting sun I begin to sway,

Like the birds ,they do,when the wind it blew,

Glaring off my candy apple red,

Down and around the moutain ridge,

I feel the sounds,as I close my eyes,this Saturday,

Just before I leave some more,this county fair.