Like A Dream

You will not hear the usual things if you come with me, come with me, down this rocky road, come with me, in this beat-up car we will look under stones and see who is hiding there, we will scrape our knees on bottles in the ghetto, come with me, we will scoop into shadows, examine and report, and sing to you about what we've found."

You've got your cars and you've got your stars and I've got this old highway.
You've got your dreams wrapped up in ice-cream and things just never go my way.
Life gets so hard for me when it feels like a dream.
Time gets torn apart when it feels like a dream.

Platinum wedding bands and empty one-night stands and all these fading memories like blacktop moonshine and swingset frontlines and the old man's still laughing at me.
Life gets so hard for me when it feels like a dream.
Time gets torn apart when it feels like a dream.
And row row row my boat.
It lies like a dream.