“You know you need a note from your doctor”
We’ll sell you dreams,
We can sell your dreams,
We’ll sell your dreams,
We can sell you your dreams.
And they vanished as pen came to paper,
The first word written was an anomaly,
Religion intervened, the mystical value,
They’re now a creed.
“I’m sorry I’m not authorized to do that,
I’ll need to speak to a supervisor”
Walking out the door, I wondered, had I seen that face,
For every person, another abstraction,
Human numbers, forget the race.
“They sold your dreams to me friend,
Can I share, no, I’m alone here,
I need to believe in something”
I’m number one.