I've been holding on to nights to tie it on 'til early morning
'Til the light comes shining through
But if that shows me nothing, you gotta tell me something
I've been looking back and tripping on the cracks
I bite the asphalt, every memory turns black
It burns me when I touch it
And makes me wonder if I have the nerve to separate
The dreams and demons
Reaching through the shadows and landing on the palm
A three leaf clover
Tucked inside a pocket and forgotten in an early morning fog
I've been getting caught between the trees and sidewalk
That's where I lost it, tethered as it left my hand
Did I need to lift up something, makes me wonder
Did I need reminded of it
We try not to be taken too dear
But never were to make it clear
Your letters on the table were ever only able
If I had the nerve to separate
The dreams and demons
They drag me from my covers as they hover on the broom
A three leaf clover
Growing in the window box between a wilderness and my room
We try not to be taken too dear
But never were to make it clear
Your writing's in the checkbook, the shadow's on the deck wood
If I had the nerve to contemplate
The dreams and demons
Pining for attention on the living room wall
Dreams and demons
Fighting for redemption in the den and in the kitchen and the hall
They battle in the corners of them all
Clovers in the concrete
Between the ragged cracks in my resolve
Balloons in the branches
If I have the nerve to wait until they fall