So off the clouds of Nova Scotia
I’ve been flying, trying to photograph my face for posters
I’ve been sailing further from my family lately
Driving me crazy, or, maybe that’s just me
Tangled up, I'm in my own web
It’s been sixteen days at least since I’ve seen my own bed
I’ve been chasing dreams and sleeping less and less my mum said
I need to relax, and be back for cups of tea
Boy, how you dream so big
When you hardly sleep at all?
Boy, how you dream so big
When you hardly sleep at all?
Boy, how you dream so big
When those eyelids rarely close?
I don’t know, Mum
We’ll find out, I suppose.
I don’t know
What, my friend? You know what?
Dress in fancy clothes, sounds fun
I’ll admit, I even smiled a little bit in round one
But now I’m searching for a purpose, and I haven’t found one
Driving me crazy, or, maybe that’s just me
I sing to disappear my own mind
Fingers in my ears, holding out for golden sunshine
Sometimes wondering why I just can’t see the stop sign
Find me a lady, have a baby, or maybe three, cheeky
Boy, how you dream so big
When you hardly sleep at all?
Boy, how you dream so big
When you hardly sleep at all?
Boy, how you dream so big
When those eyelids rarely shut?
I don’t know, my friend
But I don’t really give a
--------------------------------------------