dreams
I got five-dollar dreams
In a five-cent mind.
Will I get desperate enough
To join them sometime?
I got five-dollar dreams wanting to ride a gale.
I’m at a cashier ringing up a no-sale.
It’s ten in the morning
I can still see the moon.
It looks good enough to eat
With an ice cream spoon.
That moon is my dream
Drifting in a lacy blue sky
As you are my sun
In a life of do or die.
Does the sun burn away the moon
Or does it move out of sight?
Can you see me in a room
Under a moon filled night?
Forest leaves spread horizontal
Trying to catch the light.
Must I rub a magic bottle
To hold you tight.
I ate a three course hot meal.
Every course was burnt toast.
I thought it was time to kneel
Till I saw who was the host.
I got five-dollar dreams in a cherry bowl.
I want to swallow them before they swallow me up whole.
You dance real pretty
Like fluid on patrol.
Why don’t you aim for my direction
And pour into my soul?
Trees are bending
But there ain’t no wind.
I’m not ready for the ending
I’m still waiting for it to begin.
I got five-dollar dreams waving from across the river.
It’s a six-dollar ferry ride if you want to be delivered.
You dance real pretty
Like wings on air.
Why don’t you aim for my direction
And float into my stare?
There’s an ancient figure
More modern than today.
Take your hand off the trigger
Before you blow it all away.
I got five dollar dreams hiding in a loaf of bread.
Many will follow but no one is led.
You dance real pretty
Like an April shower.
Why don’t you aim for my direction
And let me feel your pitter-patter?
You can see my hands
But you can’t see my face.
The lifeline’s been cut
And it’s not been replaced.
I got five-dollar dreams that I’m looking for some place to keep.
I’d stash them under my pillow if I could only find sleep.
Take me to your mountain.
Take me to your clouds.
Take me to your fountain.
Your music plays loud.
Five-dollar dreams,
I got five-dollar dreams.
Won’t you put another nickel in
And play anything?
I can waltz to a tango.
I can tap dance up a wall.
I can pin on an orchid
Before I take you to the ball.
I can blow through my lips
And mess up your hair
So you’ll feel like you’ve
Just been taken everywhere.
Why don’t you take my dreams
And hold them in your hand?
Why don’t you press them to your heart
So your heart can understand
That it’s no good alone
No matter how good it seems
And there’s no limit to the cost
Of a five-dollar dream.