Though my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems
Though my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems’cause you’re a dream to me.
(Here in the place we dream is a collection of things that overwelmingly occupy the present; books on history, teaching, reading, math, learning styles, want ads, family budget planning and an atlas-showing all the places we may end up with the soon approaching job change.)
Times when the day is like a play by Sartre
When it seems a book burning's in perfect
gave the doctor my description
Ive tried to stick my prescriptions
Someday Ill have a disappearing hairline
Someday Ill wear pyjamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out, measured with
Coffeespoons and T.S. Eliot
It's all about the stuff, didja know?
Well, go see Kristine, she'll clear it up for ya.