Real Old Book

I lost myself in a real old book
Playing all these dreams out in my head
Sneaking one last kiss goodnight
In a world full of allegation
Assumption and Accusation
I’m just a blind old dog that’s digging for a bone
Bathing my tongue in inspiration
Coffee and Cream for a nameless generation
Sweet lullabies in the sky tonight
Aimlessly wandering Lyrical interpretation
A Rhythmical Aspiration
Dancing alone there in the dark
Branded in my Dull Assumption
Quoted by a vague recollection
Boppa da da, dadu wa and it’s gone
I’m always spinning in the right direction
Controlled by very little discretion
I can hear the moon whisper goodnight