Put down the paper, baby
I had a dream at dawn
terrible storm blew over
Covered up the morning sun
Beyond I heard a lullaby
So peaceful and serene
Next thing I knew I eased into
gentle awakening

The people on the city streets
The farmers on the plains
All walking in the lucid dream
While the sky is set aflame
They soon will hear a quiet tune
So peaceful and serene
Then they may too may ease into
gentle awakening

Waiting through a waning moon
An unknown masquerade
Hear the wounded mockingbird
mournful serenade

The people on the city streets
The farmers on the plains
They’re walking in the lucid dream
While the sky is set aflame
They soon will hear a quiet sound
So peaceful and serene
Then they might too may ease into
gentle awakening