There’s a lot to be said for waking up Stretching out loose-limbed somewhere Anywhere Curling sheets or seats underneath your fingers Pinching your way into the darkness of the day Leaving behind us the splinters of interrupted dreams Leaving behind the other world that doesn’t really mean anything And apparently some people don’t dream in color And other people dream in silence What must that be like? Well I don’t know about you, because I never ask Sometimes you wake up in a bed that has weight That has substance That has something A bed that has heft We can remember the lovers and the events of the past But can we remember where we awoke? Was it palaces or prisons? Maybe it’s just like whatever qualifies as being like a palace for the likes of you and I It could be the spine-twisted nighhtmare of a cramped train seat On a journey that we didn’t really want to take It could be after drinking, fighting, or loving But for all the travelling we undertook, we only learned one thing But one thing is one thing One thing is one thing And you know it when you know it And you know it when you can truthfully feel in your heart for the romantics and your boots for the brave You know it if you can say: All I ever wanted All I ever really wanted was to wake up with you one time Just one time You know it when one time was all you craved And then it happens And it’s not enough That’s what it’s like in palaces in prisons That’s what it’s like in palaces in prisons And that’s what it’s like for you and I