Sally Fingerett

When the lights go out, she’s taken by a shadow standing there
She recalls a man with honey curls and a blue eyed stare
Then she blinks again, the moon finds it time to disappear
She stands to join the shadow, says a little inside prayer

Let a dream be comin’ on
Let a dream be comin’ on
Let a dream be comin’ on

She’s ready to unravel, she looks again but she sees no one
She’s heard about this problem, hungry eye, desired vision
The mind it gets so weary, deciding what is real and what is not so
She dreams of open spaces, or tiny little closed ones where she can let it go

Let a dream be comin’ on
Let a dream be comin’ on
Let a dream be comin’ on

It used to be so easy, brand new linen nice and cool
Now she’s wrapped in rumpled anger, waiting all night like a fool
For a dream.

To hell with the gypsy moon, who pulls the tides out on these tired souls
Who lie awake at night trying to overcome what is not whole
Sometimes it’s day for night - sometimes the night it just rolls
On and on and on and on - you cry
Your destination is just a private place behind your own two eyes
Looking for a dream to be comin’ on

©1991 Sally Fingerett, Green Fingers Music, BMI