(music r graber, words s macdonald)

I can't stop this daydream in my life

You dodge the edge of the daydream in my mind

Why do you try to stop this good thing all the time



Bigger, fatter, wider, deeper still

I'd have my back against the wall be climbing up that hill



I try to control the brushfire in my life

You fan the flames of the brushfire ever higher

You have always been very powerful to me



Bigger, fatter, wider, deeper still

I'd have my back against the wall be climbing up that hill