Strange morning, even stranger day
I took my thoughts for a walk in the backyard
Digging for dreams, I found them buried there
And in my mind I was a king
Living lifetimes in a day in this field town
Dreaming high on warehouse roofs
Where lilies bend like men with broken backs
Street cars come humming down on pot holed streets
Where our past is dead and lying
Living lifetimes in a day in this field town
(Oh, how we shudder 'neath that sword)
It moved to me like music through a room and now
Now I live for song
Have heart and hang the past
Quiet the softer side
From here I go on laughing
Quiet comes the end this time
I'm finding system in these big thoughts
I'm thinking thoughts that could shake the world
That we all come from
Living lifetimes in a day, in this field town
