Dreamer

there was a dreamer who
was a friend of mine
talked about sailing and
running all the time
nineteen ninety three
he was seventeen
ain't it hard having nothing
when you want everything?

there's a change and a stillness
in your eyes
like looking through a spring
full of melted ice
tell me all the stories
you heard out on the wind
the one about survival
the road and its end

there was a dreamer who
was a friend of mine
lived in a brick house
born in the wrong time
a two room shack
with the windows blacked out
toward the road
roof leaked and the lights hummed
smelled like opium

it was black as the wing
of a winter night
taste like potpourri
felt like paradise
taught me about karma
and the rolling of the dice
tell you where to look
but i don't know what you'd find
everything's a sandbar
faded and divine
heaven's in the background



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Gustafson
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