A million thoughts run down the racetrack of your mind

But no one's winning or loosing this time

And now your pillow is the chosen country to host

The next Olympics but there's no golden medal

I'm not gonna do what you want me to do

Cause that would just be wrong

The simple truths are hard to come by

So I hold them strong

And it's the sacred hours of deep sleep dreaming

When you come to life changing conclusions you forget

In the morning you're none the wiser to what you saw

When you had your eyes shut and you opened the door of your mind

And it's not easy to strike a balance between

Rеality and what we always dream

Don't tell mе it's all just hippy bullshit cause it's not

It's more real than the numbers in your stock market

I'm not gonna do what you want me to do

Cause that would just be wrong

The simple truth is hard to come by

So I hold it strong

And it's the sacred hours of deep sleep dreaming

When you come to life changing conclusions you forget

In the morning you're none the wiser to what you saw

When you had your eyes shut and you opened the door of your mind

And that's when I go 'Hey, how are you?'

You've got your dreams and I've got mine too

Thirty years of sleep

And we don't remember what we dream