Chorus:
Oh, Where am I now --
And where have I gone to?
When will I come close to being there,
Where I belong?
I'm working on Dreamtime,
I travel by night,
Finding my gateway in that last long gleam of light.
My map has no edges
Or compass to spin.
Look, it keeps on unfolding
No matter how far I'm in.
So I follow the arc of
That blue diamond curve,
And feeling a foothold in those dark hollows of time.
Here I've come to the end of my own steep, way downhill climb.
I'm standing up upon the avenues of Dreamtown.
1. You and I, we think we know where we've been,
Act certain the direction that we're movin' in.
Yet there's a feeling that something ain't right,
That we've travelled like two fools driven in the wind,
Often boasting we'll leave footprints in the best of all worlds,
But destinations, always slipping, ever shrinking from view.
And of the things that we said we wanted most,
Name one that's ever even looked our way.
So picturing ourselves as all we'd never be,
Thanks for nothing, thanks to no one, we exclaimed.
Back when peace was a vapor, truth was ready to unravel,
We watched innocence itself grow old.
Down in the crowd we traded snapshots of our souls
In a place where you could drown in a painting of the sea.
So tell me, where's truth when you need it the most?
Well, you just try to catch it as it comes your way.
2. Thus we lived for a time by our least mistaken notions,
Knowing how we'd longed for too much in this world.
So we found ourselves sleeping in the corners of the day,
Getting robbed there as we slept in the places where we lay.
So why not try to be somebody else next time,
Just not that person who gets left behind
When sleep rolls up its chilly bed each morning?
No, we said, this is just not our way.
For we'd learned to keep our distance from that thrilless night ahead
Where we knew of nothing to embrace but emptiness
For a time far too long from dusk until dawn
Where we'd surely both be captives until then.
So with doubt we stepped ahead underneath a fading light,
Travelling by night to where the desert meets the shore,
Deep inside one or another of our worlds.
No matter where we tried to turn, there was Dreamtown spreading out our way.
Chorus:
Where am I now --
Where have I gone?
When will I come close to, close to
There -- where I belong?
I'm working on Dreamtime,
I travel by night,
Finding my gateway in that last long gleam of light.
My map has no edges
Or compass to spin.
Look, it keeps on unfolding
No matter how far I'm in.
So I follow the arc of
That blue diamond curve,
Feet finding a foothold in those dark hollows of time.
Now I've come to the end of my own steep, way downhill climb.
I'm standing on, upon the avenues of Dreamtown.
3. True, not much looks as good as you think it should --
And don't it mostly look better from farther away?
But things become approximate here anyhow,
And the hours fail to sound in Dreamtime.
Please make no mention here of former pain, no.
Instead, you must seek the faded places
Where memory's weave has frayed,
And where night strips the last failing colors away.
So tell me, how does it happen at Dreamtime?
Where do we go that we couldn't go before?
Those of us left unwanted by the day
Arrive here seeking total embrace by the night.
Where is it that we go at Dreamtime?
What do we know that was not possible before?
If there's a deeper place to fall, we don't resist as
Dreams become unbound in the shadows of the pillars of Dreamtown,
hard upon our way.
4. Some things are better understood than seen;
Here's where you can float your mind awhile.
Sleep's a tight, short circle to dive in, at best,
But within its spiral arms you'll find
How everything comes true down in Dreamtown.
Upon the cobbled streets you'll touch
The roundest stones that hold your oldest memories.
And as the sky turns slow, darkness opens all flowers
As the wavering moon retreats 'til it's gone away.
Now if you are one who's seen a lot of rainbows,
Then you've surely spent a lot of time in the rain.
But whatever things you once learned upon the land,
Set them aside while you rise up in Dreamtime.
The way home will take you less than a lifetime
As sleep bends time's weakness just for you.
And dream's torn edges can't forever hold you
As you descend the heights you climbed during Dreamtime;
You'll meet it all live, find it live on the avenues of Dreamtown,
far upon -- far upon your way.
Chorus:
Oh, where am I now --
Oh, where have I gone to?
When will I come close to, close to
There where I belong?
I'm working on Dreamtime,
I travel by night,
Finding my gateway in that last long gleam of light.
My map has no edges
Or compass to spin,
And it keeps on unfolding
No matter how far I'm in.
Here I follow the arc of
That blue diamond curve,
Feet finding their foothold in those dark hollows of time.
Now I've come to the end of my own steep, far downhill climb.
I'm standing once upon the avenues of Dreamtown.