A worker with
Real tired eyes
Counts the days until he dies
It won’t be long if things don’t change real soon

Nights run into days it seems
Causing supernatural dreams
The sun just glows
And the moon has caught on fire

Paving roads so cars can drive so horns can honk
And cities thrive

When he was young
He stared at the moon
Planning how he would travel there soon
Everything would be fine
On the moon

Things aren’t the way
He planned them to be
There was so he wanted to see
Now he just feels the fire
Of the moon

His wife wakes up and does her hair
Even though she’s going no where
Alone at home
The TV is her friend

Falcon creast
And dynasty
Donna mills she wants to be
When he gets home
She’s sleeping on the couch

With all the strength he has left
He caries her up the steps

When she was young and played in her room
Pretending dolls were bride and a groom
Everything was alright in her room

Things aren’t the way they planned them to be
He’s feeling lonely and so is she
Why can’t they be the dolls in her room?