Dream Walker lyrics by Mac Cave

Sitting on the steps of the temple,

Bidding good blessings while I beg my bread,

I ain’t a saint and ain’t no longer a sailor,

But sails still decorate my bed,

Dream walker dream talker,

Got a date with a carpenter's daughter,

We live in a dream,

Where we design the sky,

Thirteen steps back home,

But now thirteen steps to fly,

To fly to the other side,

The face became the spy,

Well I ain’t ever been much of a gambler,

But that don’t mean that I don’t count my chips,

Weeding out the mistakes since Eden,

Has sure made it hard to find rest,

But I know that you know,

Where it is we all wanna go,

So dream big and talk shit,

To them people that can’t vision it,

Dream Walker Dream Talker,

Got a date with a carpenter's daughter,

Hi, your husband is calling,

He said he’s been on the line quite a while,

There’s a blockage in the road,

Double agents dressed in style,

I’ve been tending to the hive,

You know you’re always on my mind,

And of all the things they aim to separate,

The study most you and I,

We live in a dream,

Where we design the sky,

Thirteen steps back home,

But now thirteen steps to fly,

To fly to the other side,

The face became the spy,

Today I drew a symbol of us,

Once it’s done it’s going on my guitar,

You know the one that I bought for you,

While out sailing stars,

The giants here will soon shed,

A river of tears,

So grab your purple board,

And listen to this,

We live in a dream,

Where we design the sky,

Thirteen steps back home,

But now thirteen steps to fly,

To fly to the other side,

The face became the spy,

Two authors' destinies in paper,

Such a tale that’s now matured,

I bid Pow ee beh babe, 

Take or leave what is yours,

But I think it’s interesting,

Our shared dream under the curse, 

We live in a dream,

Where we design the sky,

Thirteen steps back home,

But now thirteen steps to fly,

To fly to the other side,

The face became the spy,

If ya wanna know for sure,

Come look me in the eye,

Comic Outro

You really live by it

I used to love to read chicks’ diaries

Ya know, I always imagined the Great Gatsby estate being in Rhode Island

or something like that; I think they even told me it was New York