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

'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.

[Spoken:] 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?
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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.