Strawberry Patch

It was a surreal time of day
It was a like a dream like a within a dream
But this dream woke me from my sleepy holiday
And I saw who I was and where I’ve been reality
We spoke and made it work out
It was self-conscious therefore I wasn’t really focused
We agreed on authenticity
But as we went our separate ways
I wondered if what’s genuine to you is to me too
I think back to that time
We were in a strawberry patch
Where all the roots run long
But only two or three inches deep
They’d been spraying out the weeds
So it wouldn’t get too crazy, crazy
Under rows and rows of leaves
Are hardened hearts with nothing left to taste
I just want to go home and watch the news tonight
A brief escape from this small bubble
Who was it who first said
Your freedom lies in ignorance
They said my world would be perfect if you played my cards right
Come back, come back to me
My wild, wild strawberry
Because under these rows of leaves
Are hardened hearts with nothing left to taste