Like a cloud his fingers explode On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows His heart's in a bowl behind the bank ♪ And every evening when he gets home To make his supper and eat it alone His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold It's just his dream he keeps having Hoo-hoo-hoo It doesn't seem to mean anything It's just his dream he keeps having It doesn't seem to mean anything One summer, a suicide Another autumn, a travelers guide He hits snooze twice before he dies ♪ And every evening when he gets home To make his supper and eat it alone His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold It's just his dream he keeps having Hoo-hoo-hoo It doesn't seem to mean anything It's just a dream he keeps having Hoo-hoo It doesn't seem to mean anything ♪ He feels lucky to have you here In his kitchen, in your chair Sometimes he forgets that you're even there ♪ Hoo-hoo It doesn't seem to mean anything