The hourglass never really runs out of sand
You get to the end and you just turn it up side down
again It's like a book where the story never ends
The plot keeps turning around
I was dancing with my eyes closed
The music had me in a trance
Six o'clock in the morning came
around I was the last one at the dance
Morning takes a stiff upper lip
A turned up collar and some very strong hips
A strong will for when the money slips
And they ain't calling you a lady
A sister told me sometime ago There's no reward for lost
sheep You'd better learn to look sharp, Keep it in the lines,
But I knew all along that just wasn't me
I went swimming in the river with the ghosts and debris
Shouldn't a person at least try to be free
Instead of giving up and just
Morning leaves you in a strange place A dirty mir
ror and a stranger's face Nowhere to run
Too late to back out of it
Might as well stick around And take a crack out of it
Ive heard it said many times that life is a dream If it is I've been dreaming
of a crazy machine That's been choking out the love
Killing too many dreamers
And I just wanna tear that
Well, I'd dream of a forest where we could all
meet face to face Where love could be love
Dreamers dreaming of love
Dreamers dreaming of love