Waking/Falling Dream

WAKING/FALLING DREAM

W/M: Bob Bennett

Outside this room and window

The world begins to cry

At least that's how the sirens make it seem

I was tucking in my baby

For another winter's night

When suddenly I fell into a waking dream

I reach out my black and boney hand

To soothe my starving son

His sunken eyes are burning through my skin

And now l am deep in the jungle

Planting corn that will not grow

The guts of a volcano

Where my fields had been

Inside this room and window

My heart begins to cry

At least that's how these

Teardrops make it seem

I was tucking in my conscience

For another winter's night

When suddenly I woke up

From this falling dream

This waking/falling dream