What is there to dream about tonight,
when looking up at the stars has become such a fright?
So all the stories it takes to put my mind at ease
bring me to the sweetest dreams.
It's where my imagination makes;
peace, or war, or love, or all.
The place where I can call my own,
that state of sleep to call my home.
A place to blend or break away,
dependent on where my mind
decides to take me tonight.
It's a function of life
some rest for the night.
