A worker with   Real tired eyes   Counts the days until he dies   It won’t be long if things don’t change real soon      Nights run into days it seems   Causing supernatural dreams   The sun just glows   And the moon has caught on fire      Paving roads so cars can drive so horns can honk   And cities thrive      When he was young   He stared at the moon   Planning how he would travel there soon   Everything would be fine   On the moon      Things aren’t the way   He planned them to be   There was so he wanted to see   Now he just feels the fire    Of the moon      His wife wakes up and does her hair   Even though she’s going no where   Alone at home   The TV is her friend      Falcon creast   And dynasty   Donna mills she wants to be   When he gets home   She’s sleeping on the couch      With all the strength he has left   He caries her up the steps      When she was young and played in her room   Pretending dolls were bride and a groom   Everything was alright in her room      Things aren’t the way they planned them to be   He’s feeling lonely and so is she   Why can’t they be the dolls in her room?