Wasting Time

The winds are picking up out of the east Large billowing clouds begin to move on shore Like giant balloons at a Macy’s Day Parade They begin to take shape And our imaginations get the better of us There’s Dumbo, that big gray one lumbering overhead There’s a fish or is it a snake? We lay there our backs against the windshield Hoping time never stops Wanting the memories to last forever A fantasy that never pops The wind is getting gusty now It’s about to rain on our parade The creatures have turned into a dark line Edging upon our dreams of time Closer now time will stop As the rain comes down We run for cover of the car Inside we smile and laugh For what seemed like a waste of time Was never spent so well