The Movers

Have you been feeling a little blue?

Don’t we all wish we were dreaming sometimes

and about to wake up in Montego Bay

Or Saint Lucia, nursing a museum piece of hangover

The morning sunlight flooding the room

Where has everybody gone?

Did the movers tiptoe into the city last night

and empty everyone’s apartment?

There are brass lamps and Afghans and framed photographs flying across the ocean

And you feel left behind but

Don’t let those heavy, closing doors get you down

Don’t let these old city streets make you spin out

There’s no writing on the wall at all that I can see

Come on and dream baby dream dream dream baby dream

Come on and dream baby dream

Don’t you know you’re all the rage, you’re the bee’s knees

And I’ve never been able to find any monster lines

On your hands, you’re as crazy as the old Greeks

I know you’ll figure it all out in time

Sometimes you wander through your old neighborhood

And there are suddenly lilac trees and butterflies everywhere

You can hear the Andrew Sisters sing and you know they know your name

And you feel so wonderful you could die

You used to care about true romance

And winning a prize at the fair

Now you try to call someone you grew up with every night

“I was a good kid, wasn’t I?”

Don’t let those heavy, closing doors get you down

Don’t let these old city streets make you spin out

There’s no writing on the wall at all that I can see

Come on and dream baby dream dream dream baby dream

Come on and dream baby dream

Dream on dream on dream on dream on