Souvenir From a Dream

You were living five lives in one Taking everyone's coat Why can't you show them What you've got in your cloak? Cold hand on my shoulder A star begins to beam That's when you show me Your souvenir from a dream Empty handed, I awake Just when I thought I had So much at stake Seems you've got something to say Why don't you say it? (No mister, this is Plattsburgh... Gotta go back to the junction About five miles... I think you've come the wrong way... You were supposed to make a right turn) Thirty lights in a row Every one of them green How it reminds me Of your souvenir from a dream Empty handed, I awake Just when I thought I had So much at stake Seems you've got something to say Why don't you say it? You were living five lives in one You were living five lives in one (Mister, you went the wrong way... I think you better go back... Should have made a right turn... I don't think this is where you want to go... No, you better just go back... I think you made a wrong turn somewhere.)