Easy Listening

When I float down the stream

Dreaming a dream of easy listening

It’s so hard for me to tell you

What I really mean

Adding up the score

Forgetting you’re a poet in a war

Doing the dishes in a different place

I found my lucky number in a database

My friends don’t seem to mind

I'm in the 1990s all the time

It’s so hard for me to tell them

But they don’t seem to mind

What did you expect

It’s lonely at the bottom of the deck

Plans go haywire in record time

The blues abuse you but you turn out fine

Surely someone must have told you

Looking backwards at something strange

Your horoscope’s telling you to keep the change

When I walk down your street

Dreaming of dreaming of dreaming a dream