On the road again

I know two real dreamers. One lives in my mirror, the other lives on Jefferson.

we used to lie in my bed
dreaming about all the wondrous things this world had to offer
surfan's chicago was the theme song to our minds' adventures
climbing mount everest
to make people smile
to make people yearn to live
to make the world a better place.

now we lie to ourselves everyday
trying to survive despite a deficiency of love
we have replaced our dreams with schemes
trying to gather money
and find a way back to that happy place we once shared
listening to a radio that plays music that we can't connect to,
our life soundtrack seems as lost as our hearts and minds.

well i fell in love again
for the 10th time this year
i had a dream last night
and now im in love with dreaming
day-dreaming?
night-dreaming?
life-dreaming?
all of it.

i see the pain in peoples' faces
i wish they could be as high on dreams as i get
i've made people cry
they've made me cry
mistakes have been made
but all that doesn't matter anymore
because when it comes down to do or die,
i will always choose dreaming.
always