Lyrica 4

He's not the only dreamer
We all live a world of fantasy
Where lambs lie with the lions
And birds fly with the bees

ET, phone home
So they don't think you're dead
'cause here we give them cake
When our hungry have no bread

So someone broke a record
Or spilled a glass of gin
Take out your rosy shades
And give the world a grin

Like music to my ears
Like a blindfold on my fears
If a tree falls down and no one's there
Will our children have my hair?