Crazy Dream

Last night I had this dream

The stars were lined in rows

I was smoking again

And dressed up in your clothes

At the bar by where we stayed in New Orleans

The moon was hanging orange and low

From a balcony in June or July

Who can say what's love and what's pretending?

It was good and it ended

And I wouldn't change a thing if I could

Then a voice at 3 am

My beard is soaked with spit

I am changing a child

Her back covered in shit

As I rock her back to sleep

I am gaping at the moon

And smiling stupidly

At how the stars have moved and aligned

Who can say what is love and what's remembering?

I don't know how it's ending

But I wouldn't change a thing if I could