In My Waking Life

I’m never in my waking life
Dreaming is my all the time
Whether it’s the weather or my mind
It’s all too much
Calling in the frigid wind,
A whisper is my dearest friend
Leading me along a lily-laden twisting trail
Where we go, will tomorrow know?
Into the vast and empty alleys we proceed
I’m never in my waking life dreaming is my all the time
Whether it’s the weather or my mind
It’s all too much
Crawling over cloudy streets
Streaming with a billion feet
Fumbling along into the dark and dismal day
Where we go, will tomorrow know?
Into the vast and empty alley’s we proceed
Forever winding our way weary without sleep
Forever winding our way weary without sleep
Oh oh oh.
I’m never in my waking life, dreaming is my all the time
Whether it’s the weather or my mind
It’s all too much
Calling in the frigid wind
A whisper is my dearest friend
Leading me along a lily-laden twisting trail