The dream and the dreamer, they fought like hell
They lived together in an old hotel
The dreamer wanted love, the dream wanted time
They ran out of both back in ’89

No one wants to leave behind what means the most
Sometimes you gotta walk away just to get close
Once I was dreamer, but dreams don’t last
Now I’m just a cartoon from the modern past

There’s fear in the schoolyard, fear in the church
But the fear on TV might kill us first
It gives the people nothing but these hollow themes
And the all night re-runs of our broken dreams

When the Mayflower landed, and the natives came
The dreamer got greedy, the dream took the blame
Now the land is dying and the sea is grey
While the dreamer drives his car on the native’s grave

I rent a place here on apocalypse drive
Where only dead things make it out alive
They put me in prison and they called it free
I lost my faith, my identity

Early in the morning till late at night
Neighbors say they still hear how they fuss and fight
The dream and the dreamer in that old hotel
We all hope it works out, we all wish them well
We all hope it works out, we all wish them well