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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Bennett
Piano
Jeff Tweedy
Vocals
John Stirratt
Bass Guitar
Ken Coomer
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeff Tweedy
Songwriter
Jay W. Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wilco
Producer
Mike Scotella
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dave Trumfio
Engineer
Larry Greenhill
Engineer
Mike Hagler
Engineer
Mitch Easter
Engineer
Russ Long
Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Jim Scott
Mixing Engineer
Chris Grainger
Engineer
Jonathan Parker
Recording Technician
Steve Chadie
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Like a cloud, his fingers explode
On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows
His heart's in a bowl behind the bank
And every evening when he gets home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
One summer, a suicide
Another autumn, a travellers guide
He hits snooze twice before he dies
And every evening when he gets home
To make his supper and eat it alone
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
It's just a dream he keeps having
He feels lucky to have you here
In his kitchen, in your chair
Sometimes he forgets that you're even there
It's just a dream he keeps having (ooh-oh, ah-aah)
And it doesn't seem to mean anything (ooh-oh)
It's just a dream he keeps having (ah-aah)
It's just a dream (ooh-oh)
And it doesn't seem to mean anything (ah-aah)
Writer(s): Jeffrey Scot Tweedy, Jay Bennett
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