How did the dreams get so clean
Taught my son to gamble
Settle all his debts
They were easy to collect
Then I let them ramble
Taking baby steps
It was all I could've sent
How did the dreams get so clean
They were showing me things I hadn't seen
Blues like a river
Reaches and extends
And you never see the end
Arrows in the quiver
Targets on demand
You can bend
Or just pretend