Oh, if the fire spells my name out on the lawn, then I know that it's a dream that I'm crying in
And if I wander through the grains that I drove by since I was five, then I will know that it's not as great
As the fire there in the nightmare
Go to bed and wake tomorrow
I always thought that bliss was real until I missed a kiss from you or from the fire that waits for me below
Though both those scenes would be so near, that the folly of our dear, dear lives seem so not as great
As the fire there in the nightmare
Go to bed and wake tomorrow
Pray your prayer and cry tomorrow
Eat your meal and drink tomorrow
Call your mom and dad tomorrow
Go to bed and wake tomorrow
Go to bed and wake tomorrow