Been having long conversations with a dead man
He's standing in a room of my dreams
It's got a table, a chair, a glass and a bottle
And a cupboard full of "What does this mean"
Uh-huh... Uh-huh...
Been waking up way too tired, too all worn down
From climbing up mountains, way above the clouds
Parachuting from airplanes, riding canvas made of doubt
Hitting the ground, hard, then tunneling out
Uh-huh... Uh-huh...
Whistling past graveyards, freeways, cars lined up like stones
Charging into battle, and that slow retreat toward home
Soldiers in a war that no one wants to wage
And you know that it is only rest we crave
Uh-huh... Uh-huh...
Where does it come from
Lord, why does it go
How do you find it, again
And when do you know
When do you get too old
What do you see
Who do you blame
For this graveyard of dreams
Been having long conversations with a dead man
He's standing in a room of my dreams
It's got a table, a chair, a glass and a bottle
And a cupboard full of "What does this mean"
Uh-huh... Uh-huh...
Uh-huh... Uh-huh...
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