Bring Me the Dream

A brand new persona, a brand new portfolio

Grand view of Oprah in a coma

A new world coming together

Hand bag in hand

City and her wet streets just like

Glass sliding doors, metal maiden

And all she has in store

Bring me the dream

Bring me the dear vision

Bring me the dream

Dice, roll em snake eyes with precision

My sweet dead mama beside the moonlit stream

She’s always ready to serve up dinner

I see her, I swear I can, I reckon I finally understand

Like I know I always could

A stepping stone to guide me down

Another stumbling block perhaps

It’s only my woman coming softly into view

Expert builder of man-traps, of mishaps

And another brand new persona

Dear old me in a coma

Because it’s the only way I could live in California

Someone told me it didn’t have to be

This is me crossing over a bridge

Oprah and her fan club sail below beneath me

Sing me the dream

Bring me the perfect moonbeam

Car dash lights in the dead of midnight

Sing me the dream

Russian roulette and the train hurling down the tracks

Tell me is it ideal or is it an idea

I’m not sure these days

Bring me the dream

Bring me the dream

Lay it gently in my hands