The dream machine be casted grey And sent me home alone today; Home alone by dreamer’s power And struck down solid ‘round the hour.
So as they passed, my mind did wander Through alleys they had hoped to squander. From every cell upon my head— Removed again and sent to bed.
Laid to waste and waned through air And to the misty frigate there. Across those plains and through the cold Where to an end it all unfolds.
So send me out, it matters little We remain still dream’s transmittal For where the rain will fall toward clouds This dream will end, depart the crowds.