I don’t want to do anything
Least of all with me
Wait and see if the morning brings
Less passivity
All I can hear is the tick of the clock
Until I can fall back asleep
I want a long, tall, fantastic dream

I don’t want to feel anything
Least of all ennui
If I just had a song to sing
Well that’s almost all I need
Staring the hours down
With a gluttonous disdain
I need a long, tall, fantastic dream

I don’t want to know anything
Keep my senses in chains
We’ll just see what the weather brings
And hope that it rains
To water the dirt into mud
And the mud into being
My long, tall, fantastic dream