(D. Coutts)



She seems so far away she could sleep through World War III

And if they ever start I'd rather be that girl than me

The first part of the day she is pleasently sedated

She says she likes to go where the hate is separated



Reality's overrated

Soda pop religion on line







I must remain in dreamland

Just to have a regular life



She lives, she lives

Morning girl she is



Never seen the morning star

Never heard me slam the door

She must be dreaming good yeah

She knows what dreams are for