How does someone with nothing end   up with so much to show for it   All kinds of people, places, and things,   your cheap doormats and decorations   And to think it was all just a dream,   one fantastic hallucination      Keep on polishing your golden   wall of trophies and self portraits   We'll just smile and wait till he knocks off   your designer rose colored glasses   And you'll see what we see nothing but   old dust, peeled paint, and broken glasses      A simple imprint imagined   I was the hill we walked   I was the walk that swung from your legs   I was your words wet cast in my thoughts   Those who say dreams are just dreams   say words end when you can't hear them   Listen closely as they fade   and witness the world's construction