Childish Dreams Monday

Verse 1
Childish dreams of how the world should be,
Never knowing what it really could be.
A lonely kid inventing skies,
Pretending a world that never arrives.

Pre-Chorus
Imaginary ambition in my hands,
Building castles on broken sand.

Chorus
Childish dreams of how the world should be,
Holding tight to what I’ll never see.
Let it go, or let it grow —
The choice is mine, but it hurts to know.

Verse 2
Through the window, families laugh and eat,
While I walk the endless line, cafeteria seat.
A little girl learns how to brood,
Trading hope for cold, cheap food.

Pre-Chorus
But every day’s another try,
A paper bird that wants to fly.

Chorus
Childish dreams of how the world should be,
Escaping through the mind that shelters me.
Let it go, or let it grow —
The choice is mine, but it hurts to know.

Bridge
We grow older, we grow apart,
From the wild illusions that lit the dark.
Do I kill them off, or set them free?
What’s left of the child inside of me?

Chorus (final)
Childish dreams of how the world should be,
Echo through the grown-up part of me.
Let it go, let it be —
You won’t disappoint me.

Soul blues with slow groove, bent guitar, Hammond warmth, raw vocals, and aching repetition on “childish dreams.”