i have dreamt for a decade
i have been in the strangest dream
with some of the strangest beings
i have got folk song predictability

the butt of our jokes
the butt of a gun
as we go up in smoke
and they are not having fun
talent invites the scared

sometimes you turn away,
they say they’re not stealing
but they are taking our sanity
they say they are all feeling
but you know that is not a reality

they drive me mad
sometimes i do things
that are so stupid
but you never make it sad

you are all over your scene
do you know my heart
do you know my dream
and as you tear me apart

lost and lonely
need a special touch
to make the place feel homely
evenings go by,
mornings arrive with a sigh

they don’t know me
let them find me
let them be like children