Construction Begins Now

In the beginning we were full of ideals

We were talking it out

Instead of keeping it real

It was a palace, made of papier-mâché

And it got thicker and thicker

As we were adding it on

I gave your palace a garden

And a fake little lawn

Made it look so pretty

Instead of making it strong

We kept ourselves in the moment

We didn't ask for a lot

And we were dreaming of nothing

And now it's all that we've got

So if you're thinking of building

You should start with the cellar

Maybe read a few books by Buckminster-Fuller

Keep it strong, keep it simple

And make it air tight

And if you fail then start over

With whatever is left

It seems only apparent

That those old parts work best

See how everything falters when put to the test

Now you can take what you want

Like you can leave what you chose

But if you're dreaming of nothing

Then, you've got nothing to lose

So I'm walking around with my bag full of parts

And I'm looking for someone

With some rulers and charts

Who maybe is looking to build something new

Maybe out in the country

Where we won't need that lawn

We'll have acres and acres

And some fish in a pond

No more rain, no more salvage

And no more wandering around

That's what I'm dreaming about

We'll build this house together

And shape it as we please

Because I don't need a place

I'm dreaming of nothing

Are you dreaming with me

Are you dreaming with me