Well in my dreams I stay falling down
Layin' in the grass under the trees
The sky is black and the moon turns to green
My brain fogs up under a dream
I found a book in a field of grass
Left a dog ear for the next guy
I'll turn my back to the ways of old
I'll part ways with the air and dig a hole
The rain it comes and when it comes it pours
I gotta hide myself in my trapdoor
Way down deep inside the earth
Further than the water trickles down in the dirt
Well down there in my dreams I'm sleeping right away
Warm, moist, cozy, happily buried