Dreamland
Under the overpass near to where
The highway curves to the south
I live in an old Chevrolet
Wrapped in the blankets I took off the floor
From a room in a house where I don’t live anymore
A room in a house where I don’t live anymore
All summer long the cars on the road
Wash by in waves
Can’t make out their faces still I look to find
A friend I used to care for
In a room in a house where I don’t live anymore
Now you read that they’re cutting the trees
Feels like they’re clear cutting me
Oh where will I go tonight, where will my kids be tomorrow
My history is nothing ‘cause all I’ve been told
Is a lie
When there’s smoke in the valley
And blood on the hills
A rich gringo’s anchored offshore
Now you read that they’re cutting the trees
Feels like they’re clear cutting me
Oh where will he go tonight, where will his kids be tomorrow
Now us in a dreamland, we’re watching the stars
Of December burn on
We all live in these old Chevrolets
Wrapped in the blankets we took off the floor
From a room in a house where we don’t live anymore
You read that they’re cutting the trees
Don’t it feel like they’re clear cutting me
Oh where will we go tonight, where will our kids be tomorrow
Under the overpass, near to where
The highway curves to the south
I live in an old Chevrolet
Wrapped in the blankets I took off the floor
From a room in a house where I don’t live anymore