She came to me in a dream With a handful of clovers And a look in her eyes Like she knew winter was over She said to me as she extended out her reach That she was eating up the blossoms just for fun They tasted like honey, I should really try one And as the last of the petals grazed my lips I felt like I was starting to slip In the back of my mind, I’m on a trip Okay— okay, I’ll try my best to get a grip, but I can’t make no promises.