Maybe it's on, maybe it's real
Uh huh.
Lately it's gone, nothing to feel
Uh huh.
And the sun goes down
Then I'm waking up
And these things I live
Might be dreams
Shocked by reports, frozen in scenes
Uh huh.
Chastened in time, straitened by means
Uh huh.
And the tide goes out
Then they're closing in
And these things I say
Are unsealed
Floating as the river floods
Burning at the sun's extremes
Crying that you can't go back
You can't go back.
You can't go back.
Maybe it's on, maybe it's real
Uh huh.
And the sun goes down
Then I'm waking up
And these things I live
Might be dreams
