Putting Up Walls

There's a white picket fence
In the dream I've been havin'
And the flowers don't shed
All the poisonous pollen
I know it's good for the bees
But it's hell on my senses
So I am off now to dream
About different air

And I'll be your ride
When I go to the place in the sky
And I'll spend my time
Putting up drywall with a stranger
With The Mummy's Brendan Fraser
Or the oldest guy on Tinder
And Popeye the sailor man