Strange Clouds

I had a nightmare Out on the water Rushing river was ahead of me All it wanted was a slaughter And all my friends, afloat with me Quietly drowning No sound but the breeze But there's no way I'm going under No way Strike up the drummer Play me a song I'm floating on Strange clouds are gathering All right, I'm tired of riddles Never been lower Don't know anyone who sleeps at night Don't know anyone who's sober Our wasted youth My wasted friends Is a circus of purchase of meaningless ends But there's no way I'm going under No way Strike up the drummer Play me a song I'm floating on Strange clouds are gathering No way I'm going under No way Strike up the drummer Play me a song I'm floating on Strange clouds are gathering River floats me slow Through all the towns I know Train whistle blows And from my back, the stars above Are all the joys I've missed Pointillist, growing fast My day comes, at last And love is really all All right, I'm not John Lennon But I dream in Beatles Little honey for your head at night Kind of need the way it feels Our hopeless days My hopeless friends I'm done with 'em Done with 'em Done with 'em Done with 'em No way I'm going under No way Strike up the drummer Play me a song I'm floating on Strange clouds are gathering Strange clouds are gathering Strange clouds are gathering Strange clouds are gathering Strange clouds are gathering