Spider Dream

Yeah, the past, it seems to me

Is a cemetery

That I visit every day, rain or shine

With a bouquet in my hands

Amongst the graves, I stand

With a funny kind of envy in my mind

And if I could trade with them, you know, I might, just would

No, things ain't going the way I thought they would

Nah

Nah, nah

Does your conscience fill your head

With fifty thousand little thoughts of dread

Of what could have been and the things you should have said?

Yeah, if I could trade with them, you know, I might, just would

No, things ain't going the way I thought they would

Last night, I dreamt my body was covered up in spider bites

And for some reason, I didn't really mind

It felt fine

It felt right

Things ain't going the way I thought they would

Things ain't going the way I thought they would

No, things ain't going the way I thought they would