THREE FLIGHTS

i had a dream the other night
about my good friend Dan
he'd come to visit for a spell
so i devised a plan

we went to an amusement park
and when we'd ducked inside
we found ourselves careening
on a roller coaster ride

and these words Danny told me
as around that track we tore
it took three flights to get me here
returning ? maybe four

we went into a record shop
for vinyl we both loved
we flipped through many cardboard sleeves
our fingers pushed and shoved

i found a record there to buy
but Danny found not one
i paid the man and out we went
our bit of shopping done

and Danny then remarked to me
as we walked from the store
it took three flights to get me here
returning ? maybe four

i noticed Danny was quite sad
as blue as he could be
i asked him why and he replied
i'd thought i'd feel more free

when i awoke i realized
that i had only dreamed
although it was so vivid
it was not real as it seemed

Dan died inside his car one night
this date, two years before
it took three flights to get him here
returning ? maybe four