Some Dreams Can Kill You

Everybody's got a dream
Some dreams can kill you
Some just dry up and blow away
Some booze and pill you

Kids run down cobblestone streets
With light-up sneakers on their feet
Next to suicide cases
And thumbtack schemes

Here's to the girl from out the way
I raised your baby
Crayons and papier-mache
Yeah, here comes daddy

It's accidental, so you say
Just nature's casual play
Just some summertime traces
Washed down a drain