Street wishing

I wish I wish
I could catch my dreams
And touch the farthest stars
Not heard the sound of passing cars
My blankets used and torn
I share with cold midnight air
I do not know if I'm here or there
I just wish I could dream a dream
And just touch the nearest star

the dead man

Hello, tis I said the dead man from his bed as he raised his head
We all looked on, stunned, shocked, amazed and sort of dazed.
For this really dead man spoke
When he awoke.
Is it you? is it really you? his wife had cried
His son said dad they've read the will because they said you had died.
His doctor now wide awake said my god oh my god my mistake
And to think last night we had your wake.
Oh that's OK you had just another off day
Then a voice from the back of the room was heard to say
If you're not dead in that there bed
It means we were all wrong to sing the death march song
And killing you was a big mistake
Because in death and life you were a big big fake

Rivers run their course
Tides ebb and flow
Me, I just wonder what to do
With no particular place to go.
Tired sitting just waiting for
Who knows what to come
Heart beats loudly beat away
Who cares, who knows
Its just another day.
Frigging hell I'm wasting time
Sitting waiting on, what should be mine.
But as rivers run their course
Tides just ebb and flow
Here I am just sitting still
With no particular place to go