In My Dreams

Ever since I was a child
I have been able to fly in my dreams
Ever since I was a child
I have been able to fly in my dreams

Yet oftentimes I find myself
on a rollercoaster, not in control
or on a busy street, naked
or playing a concert with no equipment
or making a record with no songs

In almost every dream is a magical bookstore
In others an artistic village, set apart
or a large house with secret attic
filled with my tapes and papers,
in the corner a wardrobe of childhood treasures
Sometimes I step on a bus and notice I'm barefoot
step off again to find myself
in Venice meets San Francisco

Musicians populate my dreams
my band members old and new
certain Rolling Stones
Ian MacDonald from King Crimson
David Bowie showing me round Dryden Chambers

Thighpaulsandra, Sly Stone
Amy Winehouse still alive
Vivian Stanshall punning in a cafe
and imaginary musicians:
a singer named Imperfecto, Sonic Dave
The Amazing Brothers
Alec Finn starblown like a young Bolan
Iggy Pop, an old sly dragon

Over time I trained myself
to always write down my dreams
before stepping out of bed
and if I start to forget,
lay my head once more on the pillow
and it all comes flooding back
It all comes flooding back

Last night I dreamed and all the same characters
all the same scenes were there
and my young self broke through
and made all my choices

Ever since I was a child
I have been able to fly in my dreams