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Words & Music by Jim Allio &
Lamarr Standberry

I was walking down the street

In the early morning fog

Heading for the Lake

To sit with Thich Nhat Hanh

When a man appeared before me

As I passed him, he said

"Happy Thanksgiving"

When I looked back, he was gone

Was it real, or waking dream?

The line between what we feel

And what we see

Combines to create our reality

And blur, blur, blur

And blur, blur, blur

The line between what we feel and what we see

Combines to create our reality

And blur, blur, blur

And blur, blur, blur

You left us much too soon

Think you were ready to go

I spoke at your memorial

Said I'd felt you in the wind

When I left your house,

I saw your station wagon

The driver turned, smiled and waved

And she drove up the hill

It was you, it was you

It was you, it was you

Was it real or waking dream?

Was it real or waking dream?

The line between what we feel and what we see

Combines to create our reality

And blur, blur, blur

And blur, blur, blur

The line between what we feel and what we see

Combines to create our reality

And blur, blur, blur

And blur, blur, blur

Copyright 2007 2-5 Music & whitchoc38 Music