Dreamletting
Come away, come away, and be a punk rock star with me, Play redemption songs each night together ‘till our fingers bleed. We’ll make friends and fall in love in every city that we visit, Measure our long years in love and every place we’ve seen the sunset.
But if all of this is dreaming, and that dreaming has to end, Then please let me never dream of you again.
Come away with me and help me build a space we can call home, Where the people that we love can have a peace they’ve never known, Where the victim can disarm and where the wage slave can be free, Fortified against the violence of mainstream society.
But if this is wishful thinking, and that thinking has to end, Then please let me never think of you again.
Or come away with me one day and then just disappear with me. We’ll travel anywhere we wish, love and live forever free, Shed the expectations placed on us like years of too-small skin, And I promise you’ll need never fear being hurt by me again.
And I want to go on promising, but I know enough to see That I’m babbling to the ashes of the things we’ll never be, Like a homeless rambling vagabond adrift forevermore. I’m just talking to myself now, no one’s listening anymore. And I want to go on talking so the dream won’t have to end, But I hope you never dream of me again.