half the time i don't know if i'm awake or i'm asleep half the time i don't even care spend a lifetime looking for the real thing where's the real thing gone sulking silent sitting in a corner tell them i'm not there like a dream i'm never there for no one leave a number when you hear the tone half the time you'll see me staring at the sky and i don't know why this dream is running dry maybe someday i'll tear it all down maybe someday i'll tear it all down so where are we now i don't know where and where do we stand we don't wake up one day when it's all been said we end up as dust and dirt again they're throwing stones on my Street here comes a working week to wear us down on empty ground put up a factory or a supermarket when the day is done they take us all back home the ghost of promises it lingers on our breath and all we leave are secrets we can't keep we don't leave anything or nothing permanent well never mind all we don't have is time summer's gone it oniy stayed a minute all the rainbows ran all applaud the lions of september when the nights get long maybe someday maybe someday