Dr. Dog - Livin' a Dream lyrics
[Dr. Dog - Livin' a Dream lyrics]
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 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
Grand-kids 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 grubbing
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
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 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
Grand-kids 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 grubbing
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