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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
'Cause on the day that you die
You don't have to wake up
Nothing is quite like it seems
When you're living your life in a dream
It's only lunchtime
Aw, but he's so tired
And if he slips away
He will surely be fired
So he keeps his heads in the clouds
Like it's some kind of pillow
And he blows from side to side
Like a weeping willow
Nothing is quite like it seems
When you're living your life in a dream
Sometimes you can't help but scream
When you wake up living a dream
One hundred years from now when our grandkids have all had sex
will they look back to the past and know what they've 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 they're 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 they're all true
and hate all their own songs and everything new
Well I'm here to tell you something that's known
from someone who's lived it from someone who's 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 everyone's meaner
They say we're moving towards something
but I think we're moving from something
There are some folks who are more apathetic
and then there are some folks who are more money grubbin'
Well, I know there's always been greed and green acres
and war and peace makers
And then there's your takers and your leavers
your havers and your needers
And in this great froth as we skim through the batter
there's 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 you're who what you own
and you think of yourself and you live all alone
You make yourself feel fine when everything's wrong
The world keeps turning but you're brittle as bone
So to all you future dreamers and lovers and leavers
to all those who know there's still something between us that binds us
and reminds us of times that passed
I appreciate you listening to this one man's last gas
In spite of all the words that we can't fit to song
I'd thank you to take off your eye shades, please sing along