[Verse] Was this a dream I had Or is this for real? Where did I go from here And how did it feel? You only get one piece of time And one space to take up Because on the day that you die You dont have to wake up Nothing is quite like it seems When youre living your life in a dream Its only lunchtime Aw, but hes so tired And if he slips away He will surely be fired So he keeps his heads in the clouds Like its some kind of pillow And he blows from side to side Like a weeping willow Nothing is quite like it seems When youre living your life in a dream Sometimes you cant help but scream When you wake up living a dream [Outro Spoken] One hundred years from now when our grandkids have all had sex, will they look back to the past and know what theyve missed? Will they think we had it better than the way they have it then? Will they gaze at a strip mall where a field had once been? Will they think theyre born late like the way we now do it? Or will they curse at the present and lend credence to it? Will they hear all the old songs and think theyre all true and hate all their own songs and everything new? Well Im here to tell you something thats known, from someone whos lived it from someone whos grown, the somebody who somebody once loaned a home to. The grass is always greener, the past is always cleaner, the present is crap and everyones meaner. They say were moving towards something but I think were moving from something. There are some folks who are more apathetic and then there are some folks who are more money grubbing. Well, I know theres always been greed and green acres, and war and peace makers. And then theres your takers and your leavers, your havers and your needers. And in this great froth as we skim through the batter, theres now many more of the former and less of the latter. Help us climb out of this pitfall disaster led by dynasties, charlatans, but not poetasters. Where there is a mortal disconnect spawned by gluttonous connection, where you pick your own culture without viewer discretion. Where there is no more history and nothing is learned. Where you shun all your kin and all your bridges are burned. Where you are what you buy and youre who what you own and you think of yourself and you live all alone. You make yourself feel fine when everythings wrong. The world keeps turning but youre brittle as bone. So to all you future dreamers and lovers and leavers, to all those who know theres still something between us that binds us and reminds us of times that passed, I appreciate you listening to this one mans last gas. In spite of all the words that we cant fit to song, Id thank you to take off your eye shades, please[?] sing along
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