As I was driving around aimlessly, a waking dream occurred to me
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That everyone I knew had died that day
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That my friends, co-workers and loved ones, had all just suddenly passed away
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Well, there were drunken car crashes, airline disasters, and suicides that were unexplained
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And as I drove past familiar scenes, streets and buildings that were a hundred times seen
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As a wave of contentment washed over me, I wondered what this could possibly mean
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As the sun spilled its warmth over the houses and trees
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I felt that I was finally free
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But you know what they say
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The world wasn't built in a day
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You know what they say
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The world wasn't built in a day (no way)
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I picked up a woman in the parking lot of the local Safeway
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Well, I had seen her face a hundred times but I never knew her name
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And as I drove her home she laughed and she sighed and the strain of the moment passed away
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I explained how my father had died, how I had seen his body and never cried
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She let her hand fall on my leg and there she let it stray
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When I dropped her off she asked me up, I politely said I couldn't stay
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And as she walked to the door, as those bags of groceries gently swayed
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I turned the wheel and muttered to myself, "No way, man, no way"
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(Chorus)
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Sunset over the mountains and on the harbour that beneath them lay
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In long shadows the traffic lights gleamed, red and green, they traced the way
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Through a corridor of sidewalks, where people wandered at the end of their day
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I drove to my space on the waterfront, picked up my guitar and started to play
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Alone I sang for the people that I knew, for my friends and family, and for them I prayed
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That no storm would come and sweep them up, that no winds would bear them away
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I sang, "Your voice from my throat cries, your heart beats in my chest,
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From my head stare your eyes, for you I live and die!
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This loneliness is a lie! This loneliness is a lie!"
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The streets were empty as I drove home, the air was cool and the sky was dark
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Streetlamps cast their mockery of light over ghostly shapes in an empty night
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Should I believe in the things I see? Am I in you? Are you in me?
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What should I believe? Tell me. What should I believe?
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At home, on the porch, the wind in the trees murmured a background for my waking dream
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Where I drive through a city with labyrinth streets, where no one walks, where no voices speak
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Where empty towers above me rise toward an empty, starless sky
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Like a cold wind washing over me, I saw the meaning of this dream
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I felt that I was finally free, I felt that I was finally free
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(Chorus)
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You lie before me sleeping, your eyes flutter in a dream
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Am I in you? Are you in me? What should I believe? What should I believe?
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But you know what they say... you know what they say
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The World Wasn't Built In A Day
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