Into the shadows suburban psalm
Feet on the pavement, and well-kept lawn
Up to the top of the evergreen
Was it a phantom, a mystery?
Once for survival, a burning fire
Warm on the beach on a blanket lying
Now for a grill in your every yard
Under the curfew and shining stars
Into the canyon a spirit sound
Carved into rocks into timepiece wound
Covers the plains and the meadowhaze
Polishing floors at gymnasiums
There was a prom night and camera roll
Smiling for pictures, corsage and bow
Up to the top of the evergreen
We saw the phantom, a mystery
We drew the past, to see the future is endless and dull a dream
Here was the table and radio
Here was the kettle and evening show
Here was a haircut and uniform
Here was a brother sent off to war
Once for survival, a desk pen set
Smiling for pictures for albums kept
We saw the phantom, the mystery
We saw the future, and endless dream
We drew the past, to see the future is endless and dull a dream
Fortune spoke in words we
Never knew
That was the truth of our hopefulness
Here, bright mornings greeted us with joy
But that was when we believed in her
Cross winds lacing tie our hands
Was it a dream?
Wasn't it strange?
Didn't it seem true then?
Sundial in the garden never seen
Were you awake in the morning?
Restless leaves were twisting in the haze
Base of the mirror, forgetfulness
Shimmer, clear lake, see our face
Was it a dream?
Wasn't it cold?
Didn't it seem real then?
Was it a dream?
Wasn't it strange?
Didn't it seem true then?
