From the recording DREAM TRACKS
Words and music © 2013 by T.V. John Langworthy
Lyrics
I was walking backwards
when I got to a hotel
Subway lines on my pillow
The day was a fog
Handprints on the window
Lipstick lips on the mirror
I made my move
to get out of there
(Chorus)
Bobbing and weaving
Weaving and bobbing
I’ll wake up
I was just dreaming
A lemonade stand
became a voting booth
It started flying
I jumped in my car
I went to the circus
but it was closing
Clowns were crying
The ring master screaming
(Chorus)
Bobbing and weaving
Weaving and bobbing
I’ll wake up
I was just dreaming
Reality does make
hypocrites of us all
Doesn’t matter if
you’re short, stout or tall
The circus crumbled
A song rang out of tune
I started running
into the fog
I crossed the street
and shots rang out
The guns never stopped
It was a shootout
(Chorus)
Reality does make
hypocrites of us all
Doesn’t matter if
you’re short, stout or tall
A train whistle whistled
I bobbed into
an intersection
A coffee shop was open
Was the fun
about to begin?
Everything started melting
I woke up sweating
(Chorus)
Reality does make
hypocrites of us all
Doesn’t matter if
you’re short, stout or tall
Bobbing and weaving
Weaving and bobbing
I’ll wake up
I was just dreaming
Losers lose
Winners win
There’s everybody else in between