Tiny Children

Half the time As I sit in disarray I am thinking of a dream I never had Then I awake and for a while I call your name in Colin's house But tiny children have a way of falling down Oh I could make a meal Of that wonderful dispair I feel But waking up I turn and face the wall The car arrives And takes me back again Drifting through imaginary blaze And fighting men, a border raft A sailing ship has run aground And confidence is valued in these days But each character Is plundering my home And taking everything that is my own Oh no, I'm not sure about Those things that I cared about Oh no, I'm not sure Not anymore Oh no, I'm not sure about Those things that I cared about Oh no, I'm not sure Not anymore