Intro E C#m F# A
Like a cloud
His fingers explode
On the typewriter ribbon
The shadow grows
His heart's in a bowl behind the bank
And every evening
when he gets home
To make his supper and
eat it alone
His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold
It just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
One summer
A suicide
Another autumn
a traveler's guide
He hits snooze twice before he dies
And every evening
when he gets home
To make his supper and
eat it alone
His black shirt cries
While his shoes get cold
It just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
Its just a dream he keeps having
He feels lucky to
have you here
In his kitchen
in your chair
Sometimes he forgets that you're even there
It just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
It just a dream he keeps having
It just a dream
And it doesn't seem to mean anything