The Thing About Dreams words & music by Chapman James
Say what you will
Dreams never stay still
They must find wiggle room for dancing
They'll glide you around
Like a drunken old clown
The thing about dreams… They never stay still
You must agree
Dreams are not free
They bind your hopes to your desires
And the worth of your soul
Is in their control
The thing about dreams… They're not free
I never wish on a star
I don't ask for gold, I don't want for fame
All I hope for is some kind of sane
Dreams always know who you are
They taunt you for fun
They dare you to run
They swallow you whole
Be as it may
Don't get in Dreams' way
They'll break you like a wid-eyed stallion
When you think you might win
You're broken again
The thing about dreams… Don't get in their way
[Last] Dreams love to pray on us all
It's part of their plan
It's some sort of scheme
It's the dream of a dream
Funny it seems
The thing about dreams
They lived long before we got here
Life's slow aimless death
Begins with their breath
You know what that means… We're the dream of a dream
Funny it seems... that's the thing about dreams
copyright 2011 Polhemusic
Lyrics Submitted by Chapman James