In about half of my dreams
I am another
Talking in my sleep
About gardens in the garage
Where I tinker on myself
We're growing like flowers
On a molten lawn

For the duration of the parade
I'll be in the shade
Beyond the holocene
I'll be riding on the coattail
Of the final scene
Waiting for the curtain
Of the sea

My oh my, the sun bright tonight

Follow the light
She said follow the light
I said hell no
I'm not ready to
Follow the light
She said follow the light
I said hell no
I'm not ready to go

My oh my the sun bright tonight