Dreamlands

Sang a boy down a distant road,
Its a long long walk to dreamlands.

Held and bound and tied and cast,
to this painfully sadistic craft.
He strums and drums and hums,
all his problems far far away.

But they'll be back, give it a day.
As time goes by and words let sigh,
the dreams are still dreams and,
the days are as ever, long.

He takes his place in the rat race.

It draws and it claws and it calls,
you down, you back, you under.
It drew and it clawed and it called,
me down, me back and me under.

I used to share the dreams of dreamland,
but now i bare the weight of real lands.

You've got me, you've got me, you've got me.
It's not me, it's not me, it's not me.