My heart searches for the day For the day I see To see what I want Enjoy what I want That day Oh god bring tomorrow What can it do? I don't know My hopes are here Tomorrow is there Bring them together
What a Dream
Well Well Well Again and again and again I guess it never stops Only gives a little rest While I can drift into dream world How I love the night and its dreams For only nightmares make themselves Apparent in the light of the day How am I ever going to free myself? How can I forget my unforgettable dreams? Why does time always take them away? Maybe because they are only dreams
About Stuart Habley click to read BIO
Stuart Habley I was born on Income Tax Day in Van Nuys, California, the youngest of a flock of four. Two years later we moved to Dayton, Ohio, then Atlanta, Georgia, San Diego, California and for the last time, when I was in sixth grade, to Palo Alto, California. I left to go to college at Oregon State, got a B.S. in Zoology and then went into art. After taking stock of myself and the world, I thought the best thing I could do was to become a carpenter. And I did, for 40 years. I did go to a couple of career counseling seminars thinking I should make better use of my education. But at the end of each, I thought, I like being a carpenter. I like making things and, when asked, to share what I know.