dreams

Dreams are what I live in with
And pack a bottle of 'em in my trunk
When I travel I sip on them
Every now and then I get drunk
Yeah I get high on dreams.

Pass by slowly that mundane melody
Whisking through that traffic jam,
Dodging at the desk and bringing home some
Bit of my everyday cram
And I bring home some dreams.

I stay up late looking at lamps
Wonder why it's so dark everywhere
I wait for calls through that silent telephone
Sulking about how life's unfair
And I weave some dreams.