Solid Pipe Dreams

The way you move, when you groove, so gracefully,
You wear the braids in your hair so tastefully,
The way I can't help but stare when you're facing me,
It's a little too much.

And you emerge from the bar at the break of dawn,
And you sit in the car with the headlights on,
It's just the way that you are, and it won't be long,
'Til they know as such.

Every morning has its vices,
Every conquest has its prices,
Every Golden Fleece entices
Argonauts to steal.
Every doorway slowly closes,
Every face with turned up noses,
Twists and turns in painful poses,
Struggling to feel again.

Well, they won.
Now it's time to have some fun,
For the past 24 hours I've been on the run,
It's a Sunday, time to play,
Tomorrow I can put my dreams back away.

And it's the way that he walks with his coffee cup,
It's the way that he talks, never looking up,
It's a shame that he laughs when he gets a cut,
It's a little too much.

So, where do you think this tear came from?
A sudden wind, a safety pin,
Or someone held me down again.
Where do you think this beer came from?
I thought I'd given up that stuff,
I thought that I had had enough,
Say when, again.

They turned down my appeal.
It's as if they didn't care.
And what you think is real.
You may find was never there, at all.

I've been holding on forever to my own pipe dreams,
I been holding onto something that just can't be seen,
When you're holding onto nothing it becomes obscene,
It's a little too much.

I've been holding on forever to my own pipe dreams,
I been holding onto something that just can't be seen,
When you're holding onto nothing it becomes obscene,
It's a little too much.

I've been holding on forever to my own pipe dreams,
I been holding onto something that just can't be seen,
When you're holding onto nothing it becomes obscene...

Ska diddily bop.

Credits
Lyrics: St. Amand

Jazzy Guitar: Smith
Funky Bass: Newman
Kickin' Beats: Schwaninger