The other night I dreamt I was back in college
There were boys in robes and sandals
They were singing songs to Krishna
And burning candles they'd trade for money
And you agreed to buy one cause you felt guilty
One turned into Sister Margaret
I said "If you can change your shape that easily
Can you take the form of my dead father?
Cause I think he would have liked to meet my wife
And I know for a fact he would have liked my wife"