With pocket full of mistletoe
You never know when love will show
Up when you least expect
Come what may with little left

Greenery in short supply
When love catches her wanting eye
Where's a doorway when you need
And not the one in which to leave

With clinched fist she loses count
All the times she's pulled it out
In her hope that love will show
This pocketful of mistletoe

where we are
and where we're heading
all of us
are good as guessing
looking high
laying low
we don't know
what we don't know

come what may
come tomorrow
everyday
is another borrowed
empty plans
ain't it though
goes to show
we don't know

what the future
brings to the table
what it want's
if it's able
how far in
or out it goes
we don't know
what we don't know

There used to be enough
Dreams to go around
Now it's hard enough
To hold a single one down

No longer able
To reach the highest heights
Of all the wish I may's
All the wish I might's

Remember when we used to have
A much longer list
One at least if we tried
We could almost grasp

Now all we do is struggle
To even write it down
Outside of this bubble
In which dreams once were found

All the drams that we had
Holding us so tight
All the wish I may's
All the wish I might's

Have simply slipped away
The way dreams sometimes do
Flying out the window
Along with our youth

i say hey more than i need to
hey is what i say when i'm talking to you
not trying to come up with just any excuse
but hey, it's what i do

hey, what's the big idea
been saying hey since i was a kid
hey makes its way, past and present said
hey, have we ever met?

hey, would you mind
if i brought hey up one more time
not in this but the next line
hey is here by design

hey makes its way into my vocab
ain't that great, ain't that fab
one last time to make it last
if you didn't know then, then you know that

hey, is what i said

Are you just another voice
Adding to the noise
In this world of right or wrong
You still have a choice

You can lend a hand
Reach across the land
In this world of goings on
You can make a stand

Not just do what is right
In other people’s eyes
In this world you might stand alone
But in it you will find

That you still have a choice
In how you make that noise
In this world of right or wrong
Not just another voice

Leaning on my shovel
With pillow in hand
Waiting on another
Midnight dream in sand

Where I can start the process
Soundly in my sleep
Searching till there’s nothing left
Digging deep my dreams

I try and stay away from nightmares
Usually in hardpan
Digging there can be a bear
Avoiding all I can

The ones closer to the surface
Come with less meaning
Seldom are they worth it
Digging deep my dreams

There really is no science
In fact hardly a clue
In the way I find it
As dreams stay on the move

Like I said pillow in hand
Shovel on which to lean
All of this a process
Digging deep my dreams

Everything these days is backwards
In and out and upside down
People looking for an answer
Silence being the only sound

What used to be a sky of blue
Is now an angry sea of red
It’s hard to know just what to do
With the world turned on its head

With ears to lend we question men
Of all the mysteries to this life
All we get is a tickling
But nothing funny do we find

In this world of what once mattered
Long ago, all closed down
Leaving people with no answer
Silence being the only sound