| Nameless Dreamer You play guitar in your dreams for large leafy crowds who scream while your fingers strum chords that would make no sense in real life, but here, before you wake, they appear sensible.... And though your eyes are open, now, you cannot help but think about your dream life. You roll off your stomach and onto your back. You lie awake wondering what it is that you lack You lie awake wondering You lie awake pondering what keeps you from being happy? Next morning you're gone from my side... And you wake up in Georgia, You sleep until Texas, you share a donut with a plump pretty hostess... You're driving through Phoenix, not much more left, And you don't even miss me, You learn not to miss me Once you've forgotten what you've left |