Funny In Dreams

Bright white kitchen on a Sunday morning
Sitting with my sister at the table
With a mug in hand that I got from Ireland
Mom's hanging paintings from a winery
And a photo of me when I was seventeen
There's a great big window where you could see helicopters fall
And watch cardinals land

Oh, it's oh, so ordinary
I was painting a picture on a napkin with a blueberry
And I was laughing out so loud and cheering
Then something started tasting strange in the coffee
We all went to look behind the machine
There was a swarm of horseflies that turned to blackbirds
Things are funny like that in dreams

And that's when I saw him at the top of the stairs
Hе walked right by me but I knew that hе cared
His vomit on the train made me run real far
I had a phobia of sickness since my sister in the car
He was a drummer in my very first band
I let him touch me with his hands
There are parts of me that I will never really understand

Suddenly I was stuck behind the sun
I could see nothing but everyone
I tried hard but I could not scream
Things are always funny like that in dreams

And every night I sleep with your birthday card
And in your handwriting it says I am a star
Well, I don't feel like one
In fact the opposite, what's the opposite of a star?
Anyway, are there places in the sky that are softer than others?
Are there still things left to run away from?
Are there still things left to discover?

Sometimes I fall and I can't get back up
So is this the sidewalk or a balance beam
My brain likes playing these games
My brain likes playing these games
My brain likes playing these games