(music r graber, words s macdonald)   I can't stop this daydream in my life   You dodge the edge of the daydream in my mind   Why do you try to stop this good thing all the time      Bigger, fatter, wider, deeper still   I'd have my back against the wall be climbing up that hill      I try to control the brushfire in my life   You fan the flames of the brushfire ever higher   You have always been very powerful to me      Bigger, fatter, wider, deeper still   I'd have my back against the wall be climbing up that hill