Dreaming, I Am - Bob Mould

Wire cage with rope and wooden framing doors behold

Prancing for the camera in some monthly centerfold

It’s the loneliest I’ve been so far

Someone left the golden door ajar

Innocent they stand and picking up across the ground

Hope to clear a path in garden this whole year around

When they all line up

When they all line up

Chicken surely knows that fox so well

Chicken understands that fox so well

Over the fence and down the field

Runs that fox so sly

Stealing embryo

Take those golden go

Dreaming, I am

Try to fly in desperation, wings come into view

Nicotine is from my system, assistance

Sleep, I have been sleeping for so long

Run with safety underneath the feet they so adore

Hen suspects the fox on guard beside the golden door

Sweating from my system

I’ll make across the wall

I’ll tumble down the wall

Dreaming, I am