(I had a dream) I had a dream (I had a dream) I had a dream (I had a dream) I had a dream, Joe I had a dream, Joe You were standing in the middle of an open road I had a dream, Joe Your hands were raised up to the sky And your mouth was covered in foam I had a dream, Joe A shadowy Jesus, He flitted from tree to tree I had a dream, Joe The society of whores stuck needles in an image of me I had a dream, Joe It was Autumn time and thickly fell the leaves And in that dream, Joe A pimp in a seersucker suit sucked a toothpick And pointed his finger at me (I had a dream) I had a dream (I had a dream) I had a dream (I had a dream) I had a dream, Joe I opened my eyes, Joe The night had been a giant, dribbling and pacing the boards I opened my eyes, Joe All your letters and cards all stacked up against the door I opened my eyes, Joe And the morning light came slowly tumbling through the crack In the window, Joe And I thought of you and I felt like I was lugging A body on my back (I had a dream) I had a dream (I had a dream) I had a dream (I had a dream) I had a dream, Joe (Where did you go, Joe?) On that endless, on that senseless, on that demented drift (Where did you go, Joe?) Was it into the woods, was it into the trees, where you move and shift (Where did you go, Joe?) All dressed up in your ridiculous seersucker suit (Where did you go, Joe?) With that strew of wreckage Forever at the heel of your boot (I had a dream) I had a dream (I had a dream) I had a dream (I had a dream) I had a dream, Joe (I had a dream) I had a dream (I had a dream) I had a dream (I had a dream) I had a dream, Joe (I had a dream) (I had a dream) (I had a dream, Joe)

It was the dirty end of winter Along the loom of the land When I walked with sweet Sally Hand upon hand And the wind it bit bitter For a boy of no means With no shoes on his feet And a knife in his jeans Along the loom of the land The mission bells peeled From the tower at Saint Mary's Down to Reprobate Fields And I saw that the world Was all blessed and bright And Sally breathed softly In the majestic night O baby, please don't cry And try to keep Your little hand upon my shoulder Now go to sleep Well the elms and the poplars Were all turning their backs Past the rumbling station We followed the trains We found an untrodden path And followed it down The moon in the sky Like a dislodged crown And my hands they burned In the folds of her coat Breathing milky white air From deep in her throat O baby, please don't cry And try to keep Your little head upon my shoulder Now go to sleep I told Sally in whispers I'll never bring you harm Her breast, it was small And warm in my palm I told her that the moon Was a magical thing It shone gold in the winter And silver in spring And we walked and walked Across the endless sands Just me and my Sally Along the loom of the land O baby, please don't cry And try to keep Your little head upon my shoulder Now try to sleep O baby, please don't cry And don't you weep Lay your head upon my shoulder Now try to sleep

Go son, go down to the water And see the women weeping there Then go up into the mountains The men, they are weeping too Father, why are all the women weeping? They are weeping for their men Then why are all the men there weeping? They are weeping back at them This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While all the men and women sleep This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long Father, why are all the children weeping? They are merely crying son Oh, are they merely crying, father? Yes, true weeping is yet... to come This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While all the men and women sleep This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long Oh father, tell me are you weeping? Your face seems wet to touch Oh, then I'm so sorry, father I never thought I hurt you so much This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While we rock ourselves to sleep This is a weeping song But I won't be weeping long But I won't be weeping long But I won't be weeping long But I won't be weeping long

I was talkin' to Chuck in his Genghis Khan suit And his wizard's hat He spoke of his movie and how he was makin' A new sound track And then we spoke of kids on the coast And different types of organic soap And the way suicides don't leave notes Then we spoke of Lorraine Always back to Lorraine I was speakin' to Phil who was given to pills And small racing cars He had given them up since his last crack-up Had carried him too far Then we spoke of the movies and verse And the way an actress held her purse And the way life at times can get worse Then we spoke of Lorraine Always back to Lorraine Ah, she's a wild child And nobody can get at her She's a wild child Oh, and nobody can get to her Sleepin' out on the street Oh, livin' all alone Without a house or a home And then she asked you, please Hey, baby, can I have some spare change Oh, can I break your heart? She's a wild child, she's a wild child I was talkin' to Betty about her auditions How they made her ill But life is the theater, is certainly fraught With many spills and chills But she'd come down after some wine Which is what happens most of the time Then we sat and both spoke in rhymes Till we spoke of Lorraine Ah, always back to Lorraine I was talking to Ed who'd been reported dead By mutual friends He thought it was funny that I had no money To spend on him So we both shared a piece of sweet cheese And sang of our lives and our dreams And how things can come apart at the seams And we talk of Lorraine Always back to Lorraine She's a wild child Oh, and nobody can get at her She's a wild child Oh, and nobody can get to her Sleepin' out on the street Oh, livin' all alone Without a house or a home And then she asked you, please, Oh, baby, can I have some spare change Now can I break your heart?" She's a wild child, she's a wild child

Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meet And as we sat a-courting, my love fell off to sleep I had a bottle of burgundy wine; my love, she did not know And so I poisoned that dear little girl along the banks below Along the banks below I drew my saber through her; it was a bloody night I threw her in the river, which was a dreadful sight My father often told me that money would set me free And so I murdered that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly My father sits at his cabin door wiping his tear-dimmed eyes His only son soon should walk to yonder scaffold high My race is run beneath the sun; the scaffold now waits for me For I did murder that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly Whose name was Rose Connelly

I was riding, I was riding home The sun, the sun, the sun was rising from the field I got a feeling I just can't shake I got a feeling that just won't go away You've got to just keep on pushing Keep on pushing it Push the sky away And if your friends think that you should do it different And if they think that you should do it the same You've got to just keep on pushing Keep on pushing Push the sky away And if you feel you got everything you came for If you got everything and you don't want no more You've got to just keep on pushing Keep on pushing Push the sky away Some people say it's just rock and roll Oh but it gets you right down to your soul You've got to just keep on pushing Keep on pushing Push the sky away You've got to just keep on pushing Keep on pushing Push the sky away