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You're standing in a cornfield, a hat in your hand |
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The wind is whipping at the weathervane |
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You're just a young boy in a big, wide world |
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The days seem to last forever |
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I pull up on the tractor, an old |
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John Deere |
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You smile and offer up some water |
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The clouds are rolling, the corn is growing |
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The kids are playing by the chicken shed |
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Then you wake up, you're in our apartment |
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Down on the |
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Lower East |
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Side You tell me what you dreamed about |
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It keeps me up all night |
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You tell me your dreams, |
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I give you my heart |
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You're flying down a staircase, a cat in your arms |
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A man is crouching by the living room |
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There's blood in his eyes and no place to hide |
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Just you and him |
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You float above it, just out of his reach |
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He smiles and looks just like your brother |
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The cat is purring, the carpet's burning |
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And the walls close in |
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And then you wake up, you're in our apartment |
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Down on the |
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Lower East |
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Side You tell me what you dreamed about |
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It keeps me up all night |
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You tell me your dreams, |
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I give you my heart |
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Then I wake up, |
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I'm in my apartment |
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Down on the |
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Lower East |
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Side You call me on the telephone |
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And keep me up all night |
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You tell me your dreams, |
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I give you my heart |
