Dreaming

I think I’ll go to the country and I’ll never come back to reality
That’d be the death of me back when I was a kid
This ain’t what I had in mind
I thought fishing and climbing up trees were the norm
Playing cards around a table as I waited out a storm
When I thought about life that’s what I had in mind

What I had in mind
Til they told me I was wrong
They said that kind of living was just fiction
Stories and songs

So I went on living trusting in those words
Like a school of fish or a flock of birds
When I thought about life I just fell in line

I did all the right things, made all the right moves
Expensive clothes and shiny shoes
But every single night I couldn’t keep from crying

Couldn’t keep from crying
Cause I knew that they were wrong
Crying cause I’d been lying
To myself all along

Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
The life that I was sold was just a lie
Was there wisdom in the words I heard when I was a child
Or is dreaming the reason living is worthwhile
Isn’t dreaming the reason living is worthwhile
Isn’t dreaming the reason living is worthwhile