In my recurring dream we have a daughter with a boyfriend With a moustache with a taste for younger women, like our daughter And he has this little habit when he tries to make a point, points his finger Which if it had not been eaten by a table saw when he was 23 Would really help to emphasize his point, instead we are distracted by the Sight of the missing joint and no one hears a word he says... In my recurring dream In my recurring dream i give a man a 20 dollar bill 'cause he likes smokey robinson and lives on the street, but still Will never confuse the temptations with the miracles When he walks into the grocery and hears them on the radio And i'm sad he's on the street, but glad he can feel the thrill When "tracks of my tears" comes on and then "blueberry hill" So here's my 20 dollar bill...in my recurring dream In my recurring dream, and this one comes too often There's a plane filled with people with carry-on coffins and I don't know all the rules regarding karma, but i suspect that When the good outweighs the bad, Some automatic self-protect should kick in But here y'got this plane and as it starts to rise I can see the panic in every pair of eyes and the Silent voices calling in slow motion, trapped and falling, falling... Wake up, you sleepy head – get up, get out of bed Cheer up, the sun is overhead In my recurring dream, i was eleven when it started I am standing in my backyard, shooting arrows at a Target While inside the house, my mother, now remarried Since Last night's untimely death of my dad She leans over the couch where he's still lying – to kiss Him It's not that we are ghoulish, it's just that we would Miss him So we leave him there a little while longer And a good thing too, i guess, cause dying's made him Stronger and three days later he gets up to watch the News And the news is often bad, and the news is often sad And i know a lot of us are happier when we're sad Wake up, you sleepy head – get up, get out of bed Cheer up, the sun is straight overhead In my recurring dream, i am working with my brother We are drawbridge operators and cannot see each Other When we pull the ropes that raise the road This cloud above me suddenly explodes Into a million little lullabies that fall into my ears And steal my attention, but they take away my fear So when i slip off the rope and fall through the icy waves I realize it's not jesus, it's music that saves And the fish swim by me with faces like goats I sink into the darkness – but still hear all the notes In my recurring dream, i am saying what i feel like To anyone i feel like and i don't care what they think of me To any girl i feel like and i don't care if she'll sleep with me I like what i feel like and i like who i've come to be I'm locked into the moment, and i love with all my might I am giving all i have, and i'm fearless of the night I am hopeful – yeah, not holdin' on so tight I am giving up the fight – i am giving up the fight In my recurring dream Shawn pelton...drums Paul ossola...bass Duke levine...electric guitar Kenny white...piano, organ