Dreaming Of Barbados

It's all about down, out of work, with little prospects and dreaming of a better life

I'm looking at the weather reports

Rain, and guess what, more rain

I close my eyes, breathing in, still feeling the pain

If only I could tread the world every night

If only I could feel what you see in the movies

If I could fly high, beyond the telescope's sight

 

Close your eyes, see Barbados sands

See your lover in her bikini, holding hands

You know you can go where you want

But wake up, life's calling

Wake up, your dreams are crashing, falling

 

What did I see, flying free

Sign yourself away into indignity, fortnightly

And realising misery comes in three, get the set

Life is imitation, another rulebook on etiquette 

 

Close your eyes, see New York City lights

Drink the champagne, soak up the wild party nights

You know you can go where you want

But wake up, life's calling

Wake up, your dreams are crashing, falling

 

I'm writing words down on forms

Laying my life to someone who hasn't lived

When you've seen one, you've seen them all

Prancing round the stage just to exist

 

What did I see, flying free

Sign yourself away into indignity, fortnightly

And realising misery comes in threes, get the set

Life is imitation, another rulebook on etiquette

 

 

 

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