When I was lying there in the VA hospital, with a big hole blown through the middle of my life, I started having these dreams of flying. I was free. Sooner or later, though, you always have to wake up.
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweetfire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning
I always watch you when you're dreaming
Because I know it's not of me.
I smoke a dozen cancer sticks,
Imagine there are two or three ways
To make you love me.
And not dream of someone else,
Become the movie on your eyelids...
"All I know is I feel good going to bed nights, Doug. That's a happy ending once a day. Next morning I'm up and maybe things go bad. But all I got to do is remember that I'm going to bed that night and just lying there a while makes everything okay."