roll out of bed and bang your head,
before the best part of the dream
stagger down the creaky stairs searching for the coffee beans
you've got to get yourself together for another day
knowing that your nightly bliss is miles and miles and miles away at

The Everlasting Dream Café
the spirits make us hopeful
that things are going to be ok
we come back again

tangled in the traffic jams, parking parallelograms,
late again to mindless work with lions dressed as proper lambs
their heads are full of tiny thoughts that never seem to grow
lock yourself inside your cell just longing for the afterglow at

The Everlasting Dream Café
the spirits make us hopeful
that things are going to be ok
we come back again

you're more than just this grind from day to day
you're more than how they see you
you're more than just this stack of bills to pay
you're still the child that knows it will come true

The Everlasting Dream Cafe
the spirits make us hopeful
that’s why we get up everyday
to come back again

The Everlasting Dream Café
the spirits take us closer
to that place we hide away
we’ll come back again and again and again
come back again