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... 

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...