A million thoughts run down the racetrack of your mind
But no one's winning or loosing this time
And now your pillow is the chosen country to host
The next Olympics but there's no golden medal
I'm not gonna do what you want me to do
Cause that would just be wrong
The simple truths are hard to come by
So I hold them strong
And it's the sacred hours of deep sleep dreaming
When you come to life changing conclusions you forget
In the morning you're none the wiser to what you saw
When you had your eyes shut and you opened the door of your mind
And it's not easy to strike a balance between
Reality and what we always dream
Don't tell me it's all just hippy bullshit cause it's not
It's more real than the numbers in your stock market
I'm not gonna do what you want me to do
Cause that would just be wrong
The simple truth is hard to come by
So I hold it strong
And it's the sacred hours of deep sleep dreaming
When you come to life changing conclusions you forget
In the morning you're none the wiser to what you saw
When you had your eyes shut and you opened the door of your mind
And that's when I go 'Hey, how are you?'
You've got your dreams and I've got mine too
Thirty years of sleep
And we don't remember what we dream