In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Thursday, February 18, 2016
my hospital bed 2
last night I dreamed
my hospital bed
was Aladdin's carpet
and it flew through the night
to hear honky-tonk angels
with voices of silver
singing
it's gonna be all right
it's gonna be all right
last night I dreamed
my hospital bed
was a front porch with friends
bearing whiskey and wine
putting fingers on strings
and harmonizing
singing
you're gonna be just fine
you're gonna be just fine
last night I dreamed
my hospital bed
was a shiny and polished
'59 Chevrolet
with my dad as the driver
and my mom right beside him
singing
you're gonna be okay
you're gonna be okay
last night I dreamed
my hospital bed
transferred me somewhere
that I never knew
and there was this feeling
(I don't know how to explain it)
saying
you're gonna make it through
you're gonna make it through
you're gonna make it through
I'm taking care of you
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