In My Dreams

Ever since I was a child
I have been able to fly in my dreams
Ever since I was a child
I have been able to fly in my dreams

Yet oftentimes I find myself
On a rollercoaster, not in control
Or on a busy street, naked
Or playing a concert with no equipment
Or making a record with no songs

In almost every dream is a magical bookstore
In others an artistic village, set apart
Or a large house with secret attic
Filled with my tapes and papers
In the corner a wardrobe of childhood treasures
Sometimes I step on a bus and notice I'm barefoot
Step off again to find myself
In Venice meets San Francisco

Musicians populate my dreams
My band members old and new
Certain Rolling Stones I
An MacDonald from King Crimson
David Bowie showing me round Dryden Chambers

Thighpaulsandra, Sly Stone
Amy Winehouse still alive
Vivian Stanshall punning in a cafe
And imaginary musicians:
A singer named Imperfecto, Sonic Dave
The Amazing Brothers
Alec Finn starblown like a young Bolan
Iggy Pop, an old sly dragon

Over time I trained myself
To always write down my dreams
Before stepping out of bed
And if I start to forget
Lay my head once more on the pillow
And it all comes flooding back
It all comes flooding back

Last night I dreamed and all the same characters
All the same scenes were there
And my young self broke through
And made all my choices

Ever since I was a child
I have been able to fly in my dreams