When I float down the stream Dreaming a dream of easy listening It’s so hard for me to tell you What I really mean Adding up the score Forgetting you’re a poet in a war Doing the dishes in a different place I found my lucky number in a database My friends don’t seem to mind I'm in the 1990s all the time It’s so hard for me to tell them But they don’t seem to mind What did you expect It’s lonely at the bottom of the deck Plans go haywire in record time The blues abuse you but you turn out fine Surely someone must have told you Looking backwards at something strange Your horoscope’s telling you to keep the change When I walk down your street Dreaming of dreaming of dreaming a dream