DREAMS words and music by Lenny Solomon

© L.Solomon 1997

 

Sometimes when I'm thinkin' it over; I like to play "Let's pretend";

Walkin' slyly, with the devil behind me, in the spitting image of a friend.

He smiles kindly, and maneuvers inside me, to get me from the rear;

As I pull out a cross, to let him know who's boss, and end his substantial career.

 

Walking down in the park last night, I heard a most incredible tail.

About Mr. and Mrs. America's son, arrested and hauled off to jail.

When asked what went wrong, he broke into song, to try and keep his answers well hid.

When he got out, he starred in a new act call god, and they never found out quite what he did.

 

Driftwood floats on the ocean, and visits the far away shore.

Wandering the night, it passes the life, gently living on the sea floor.

And in his arms, he captures the storms, but dreams of a home far below;

The sweetness of time, two beings in rhyme, and all the things he'll never know.

 

BRIDGE:

Dream with me in the afternoon. You're the only one.

Come to my home 'neath the summer sun,

And while away your tears, warm out all your fears

 

Riddles don't make up a reason, and reasons have plenty to spare

And sparing a little love for your own, can show that you really do care

So ask yourself not what the other has got, but what you both have in pairs

And say, "How you do? I'd like to know you; it might be the best thing he ever hears