Miller Tree

Imagine a world where everything was good as gold
Imagine a day where no one died or grew old
Imagine a life that you could have but didn't need
Imagine the shade rose above the Miller tree

Imagine I saw you standing there staring at me
Imagine we talked, went for a walk and we were free
Imagine a look that said it all, no need to speak
Imagine a road with yellow bricks beneath our feet