In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
my hospital bed 3
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
saying
it's going to be all right
it's going to be all right
last night I dreamed
my hospital bed
was a front porch with friends
bearing music and wine
placing fingers on strings
and singing softly
you're going to be just fine
you're going to be just fine
last night I dreamed
my hospital bed
was a shiny and polished
'59 Chevrolet
my dad behind the wheel
and my mom beside him
saying
you're going to be okay
you're going to be okay
last night I dreamed
my hospital bed
transported me somewhere
that I never knew
and there was this feeling
(I don't know how to explain it)
saying
you're going to make it through
you're going to make it through
you're going to make it through
I'm taking care of you
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