Sometimes in the dead of the night, nI'm dreaming that I'm flying at the speed of lightnTwo seconds, I'm brushing past the face of the moon.nEight seconds flat, on the surface of MarsnI'm kicking up the red dust and drinking at barsnI lean back and raise a toast to the stars tonightnWhen I'm dreaming at the speed of light.nnSome days I just settle for the speed of soundnStep off this porch and blow a kiss to this whole damn townnLet off one of them sonic booms and break all the windows in eleven rowsnI blow off the hats of the boys at the old fairground,nLaughing at the speed of soundnnAnd you'd say go, why don't you go there?nIf you want to go, why don't you decide?nPick a row, just decidenIs it a train or a plane or a bride?nDecide, decide, decide, decidennYour love makes me move at the speed of trees.nLay down some roots, I've grown a head full of make-believenBut if it weren't for that face of yours,nI'd be rattling windows, blowing down doorsnLook at me here, I'm planted square down on my kneesnOh, on my kneesnOh, on my kneesnI'm asking for the speed of trees.nTrees, trees, trees...n