Dreamer

there was a dreamer who was a friend of mine talked about sailing and running all the time nineteen ninety three he was seventeen ain't it hard having nothing when you want everything? there's a change and a stillness in your eyes like looking through a spring full of melted ice tell me all the stories you heard out on the wind the one about survival the road and its end there was a dreamer who was a friend of mine lived in a brick house born in the wrong time a two room shack with the windows blacked out toward the road roof leaked and the lights hummed smelled like opium it was black as the wing of a winter night taste like potpourri felt like paradise taught me about karma and the rolling of the dice tell you where to look but i don't know what you'd find everything's a sandbar faded and divine heaven's in the background