words and music by

Mike Bruno

Just a Dream

Just a dream,

in a airplane magazine.

Like a church,

is a hundred mouths to feed

If they knew me inside,

bury me alive,

if they could try.

Slow and fast,

mmm baby I’m built to last.

Take a long, long walk,

down simple paths.

I can see it in your eyes,

even if you didn’t cry,

ohh when I die.

Just a dream,

in a airplane magazine.

Like a church,

is a hundred mouths to feed

If you knew me inside,

you would bury me alive,

if you could try.