Easy Listening

When I float down the stream
Dreaming a dream of easy listening
It's so hard for me to tell you
What I really mean
Adding up the score
Forgetting you’re a poet in a war
Doing the dishes in a different place
I found my lucky number in a database

My friends don't seem to mind
I'm in the 1990s all the time
It’s so hard for me to tell them
But they don't seem to mind
What did you expect?
It's lonely at the bottom of the deck
Plans go haywire in record time
The blues abusе you, but you turn out fine
Surely someonе must have told you

Looking backwards at something strange
Your horoscope's telling you to keep the change
When I walk down your street
Dreaming of dreaming of dreaming a dream