in the morning when you rise, do you stumble and bump, and slam the bathroom door? are you thinking of coffee pots, and sugar-glazed donuts at the drive-thru? you are sitting in a traffic jam, but it gives you some time to settle your stomach down. in the long run, you will drive back home, sit in front of the t.v. with your chips and beer... when the late news says "...and That's The Way It Is." take your pill and stumble on into bed... then you toss and moan, trying to fall asleep, trying to get ready to do it all over again. and the difference between you and me, (i can't argue when you're gone, but...) i have time to dream my dreams, i have time to dream... i sleep in every morning, i have time to dream... no god-damn alarm-clock! i have time to dream... i sleep in every morning, i have time to dream... my dreams.