Dreams
Julie Dougherty ©2004

I saw your wounds in my dreams last night
Quilts hanging over holes in walls
You put them there to keep intrusion out
like baffles to break a fall
Covering up the marred surfaces, covering the scars and imperfections
Quilts on a long king-size bed up against shiny white-walled sections

Chorus:
And in this perfectly remodeled room
Re-done to fit your own style
Too late, too late they're gone now
Corpses of a time gone by
And now who will sleep in that bed?
Who will you get to lie there?
Dreams replace the ghosts in your head
Side by side, they say goodbye there

I witnessed you pleading with your father
I saw the distance in his gaze
I read the pain in your eyes there
As you tried to win his praise
And you were dancing as quickly as you could
Construction before the wrecking ball
could deal its fatal blow to your childhood
You know, I saw the futility in it all

Chorus

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