I was running through a bad dream
But now I am waking up

She says almond colored sheets are
The best for dreaming
But it means nothing here

She says almond colored sheets are
The best for dreaming
In but she has appeared to
Tell me in my dreams

Whoa, whoa

I’d like to be alive long enough
To a-sail
I’d like to be alive long enough
To sail the dead sea

So I ran into? Today
He was lying like precious bones in a pen
This time, even before last time he smoked cigarettes
In the sleeping mat

It was my friend’s room
But I, I lived there too
And in the night
I slipped out of the shower
To discover
That his mother
Had taken my towel
So I had to resort
To using your old
Kindergarden
Your old kindergarden t-shirt

Whoa
Are you coming home?
Whoa
Are you coming home?

I’d like to be alive long enough
To a-sail
I’d like to be alive long enough
To sail the dead sea

I’d like to stay alive long enough
To a-sail
I’d like to be alive long enough
To a-sail the dead sea

Whoa
Are you coming home?
Whoa
Are you coming home?