A Little Journey Thru The Days Before Ranch Dressing . . .



It begins with a blessing, it ends with a curse

Making life easy by making it worse
"My mask is my master", the trumpeter weeps

But his voice is so weak, as he speaks from his sleep

Saying: "Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping?"

People are watching, people who stare

Waiting for something that's already there
"
Tomorrow I'll find it", the trumpeter screams

And remembers he's hungry, and drowns in his dreams

Saying: "Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping?"

My head is a nightclub with glasses and wine

The customers dancing or just making time

While Daevid is cursing, the customers scream

Now everyone's shouting, "Get out of my dream!"

Saying: "Why, why, why... Why are we sleeping?"