Paper's on the porch,
As I walk out;
into the cold
To scrape the ice,
from the windshield,
Of my poor ol' run down Ford.
I'm off to work again...
And you're off to,
Another day of being bored..

I come home to a smile,
That I know,
Was made just for me;
And the love of two children;
Warm, sweet and free.
I wake up,
in my favorite chair,
And turn off the T.V.,
In the dark,
I wipe away my tears,
(Because, it was all just a dream.)

When I wake up, in the morning,
And look into your eyes,
This painful, lonely feeling,
It makes me want to cry.
I sit and light a cigarette,
And think that I should try...

Days pass,
I don't know how many they are;
Distance and Time,
Are much too far.
I want to lay down,
Sleep,
to never wake again.
Dream of a time,
When I held your hand.

BluesPreacher

Something how in our dreams we always dream of what we want and don't have sure makes you wake up to and empty feeling

nice