Woke up to a hailstorm
Thunder in my head
with visions of the weak and weary dancing in my bed

There's a storm up in the mountain
I can hear the thunder pound
Nothing growing in my garden,
Monday morning coming down

I look into your eyes before I drift away
Try to listen in on one last song
My eyes are heavy and I feel so far away
and I wonder if I'm too far gone

All the leaves are scattered
Clouds go rolling by
Midwest memories fill my plate and twinkle in your

A crowd of figures walk by 
And knock upon my door
Their voices filled with sunshine
I can't hear them anymore

Little creatures run by and the scatter through the wood
and the rain fall like birds upon my lawn
I would try to help them find their way back if I could 
and I wonder if we're too far gone
Well, I wonder if we're too far gone