What is it now, oh friend of mine?
You whimper in your sleep
You dream of other worlds again
And whisk away on zephyr winds
To deeper hidden places in your mind
To hideaways and mountain pa**es
Where wallowing in summer gra**
Is just your soul embarking through the night
But how should I presume to know
Your consciousness, your dreams?
We thought your thoughts were nothing more
Than tattered rags and hardwood floors
The burrows that you build from what you find
But oh, what depth inside of you
To think that you've been dreaming too
Of every star in every rusty sky