How Do You Dream?
Don’t go believing, it’s just you that she’s deceiving
‘Cos there’s plenty who’re receiving, when the lights go down
Think about it later. It’s a sad little fable
Leave your money on the table, ‘cos it’s time to go
Back to your wife, who’s been living in your life
Like a good little wife from so long ago.
Where do you go my friend, when all your roads have ends?
How do you sleep? How do you dream?
Time’s underlined, all the wrinkles round your eyes
And your youthful surprise, has long since gone
No more fancy penthouse. Now you’re living downtown.
Deep inside a Brownstone, that’s crumbling down
Once you took the top tricks. Now you’re learning new tricks.
Just to get the next fix so you can cry.
Where do you go my friend…
Dream of a life, with another little wife
Another good little wife, but far away
See yourself down on a beach, everything within your reach
No more little kids to teach. It’s paradise
But you know that you won’t get, out there till you’re out of debt
Just about when you are dead, and bound for there
Where do you go my friend…
Dreams in the city, where the streets aren’t so pretty
Don’t attract too much pity, when you walk alone
They’re crawling on the walkways. They’re dying in the doorways
There’s always more than four ways, to kill someone
Can you see her on the ground? A chalk line drawn around
You see her hands are bound, but it’s not you tonight
Where do you go my friend…
Locked in a dance, a macabre romance
Like two lovers entranced, in each others eyes
Is that disgust on her face? Resignation taking it’s place
And you know that there’s no other place, to run to now
Was that goodbye in her eyes? As your hands squeezed just tighter than tight
Are you feeling the burn of the fires that won’t let go?
Where do you go my friend…
©W. Burn 2005
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