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