the dream is ...
the wheels are broken
everytime
i try to ride or steer
the handle
drags.
paint's chipped
metal's rusted
axle's twisted
noone wants to push my wagon
anymore
the crowd has all gone home.
this dream is ...
the prince won't play his part...
even
the stand-in
doesn't know his lines.
it's opening night
and
only i am dressed
it's opening night
and
the cast are still rehearsing
...last tear's rag.
noone wants to share my wagon
anymore
the crowd has all gone home.
my dream is ...
one hand is clapping
senselessly
against the wind,
one hand is searching
frantically
inside the jar.
one hand no face one hand
the cookie's eaten.
noone wants to pull my wagon
anymore
the crowd has all
gone
home.
noone wants to
anymore
they've all gone home.
the wheels are broken
everytime
i try to ride or steer
the handle
drags.
paint's chipped
metal's rusted
axle's twisted
noone wants to push my wagon
anymore
the crowd has all gone home.
this dream is ...
the prince won't play his part...
even
the stand-in
doesn't know his lines.
it's opening night
and
only i am dressed
it's opening night
and
the cast are still rehearsing
...last tear's rag.
noone wants to share my wagon
anymore
the crowd has all gone home.
my dream is ...
one hand is clapping
senselessly
against the wind,
one hand is searching
frantically
inside the jar.
one hand no face one hand
the cookie's eaten.
noone wants to pull my wagon
anymore
the crowd has all
gone
home.
noone wants to
anymore
they've all gone home.
