Two men with empty pockets put lipstick on a little girl   And another dream goes by   They make her ride the rockets   That fall into a sea of pearl   And another dream goes by      Power stealing through   Fading out of view   Our cruel inventions      The beat generation all got on the morning train   And another dream goes by   They left me at the station   Breathing dust from hopeless rain   And another dream goes by      Un-invent the wheel of endless greed   Let conscience run like a river like a dreamer      A world of elevators with music like magazines   And another dream goes by   Magnetic separators divided by a wall of screens   And another dream goes by