Lyrics

DREAM MACHINE

there's something strange in your stripes
an imperfection in the pipes
don't ever trade that strangeness like it's nothing

think of Ernest Hemingway
or Billie Holliday
the dark diamonds in the rough, the tough ones

Driving your dream machine
Driving your dream machine

Like the scar completes the face
The beauty mark that can't be replaced
People walk around talking like they've got it together

I guess I'm skeptical to hear it
I'd rather see you free of fear
But I suppose the program makes you feel better

Driving your dream machine
Driving your dream machine

It's real time roundabout
round and round with one way out
Maybe we're just spinning through a blue phase

Or maybe there's no wrong turn
and even fools like me can learn
to be the driver of my machine most days

Driving your dream machine
Driving your dream machine