Lyrics

The Dream Song
©1997 Pauline Trabert, All Rights Reserved

It’s early morning
Gotta tear myself away
From the dreams that seem so real
Gotta live another day

I’ve got troubles hanging on my guitar strings
I’ve got blues outside my door
But I’ll make it through the day the way I always do
Til I can lay in bed and dream some more
Til I can lay in bed and dream some more

It's not a bad life
I don’t need an escape
But there’s nothing real that can compare
To the visions on the black velvet drape

And when the Dreamweaver meets me
He takes me wherever I want to go
I see the way things are and the way that they should be
But which is which is sometimes hard to know
Which is which is sometimes hard to know

It's early morning
Got to tear myself away
From the dreams that seem so real
Gotta live another day
Gotta live another day