Gimme something to dream about

Something to dream about…oh give me

Gimme something to laugh about

Something to laugh about…oh set me free

I have waited all my life

To let go of this ever-shifting psychedelic kite

I have waited all my days

To let go of the feeling I might never find my place…so

Gimme something to dream about

Something to dream about…oh give me

Gimme something to breathe about

Something to dance about…oh set me free

I have waited all my life

To let go of this ever-shifting psychedelic kite

I have waited all my days

To let go of the feeling I might never find my place…but

Heaven is a grocery store clerk

Heaven is a grocery store clerk

Sometimes when I’m feeling lonely

I pick up a pencil and I draw a circle

Sometimes when I’m feeling low

I pick up a paintbrush and I draw a line

I have waited all my life

To let go of this ever-shifting psychedelic knife

I have waited all my days

To let go of the feeling I might never find my grace…but

Heaven is a grocery store clerk

Heaven is a grocery store clerk