Joanie

What dreams do we keep, they ask us the ghosts, sat on bar stools seats, leave us alone we say, our skin might need soap, but we're here to stay, we are not upbeat, if they splay out the rope, what will be will be, do what we do anyway, face as strong as stones, throw all our cares today, music from the deep, carries tiny rays of hope, deep within our state, don't ask us to play, tunes we do not know, life is a great big cake, we all need our sleep, stuff we use to cope, if you could only see, the way we rattle home.