When Dreams Come True

Nice girls are writing in journals Things they wish they'd done And all their bad sisters are walking high wires Counting the days in a month The awful truth doesn't bear thinking Nor does the half-baked lie They get their hopes dirty once in a while Wash them and hang them to dry Everyone's down except for the clowns And Noah don't know where to go It's hell up in heaven, there's nothing much here And all the real men are below What happens when dreams come true? Will we know what to do When our dreams come true? So a saviour rolls in past the big sign That says "Strangers - Please Turn Round" The men tie him up to a feeding post And take his credentials down The sun beats rays on our salad days His lips get parched and dry The girls bring him drink with a giggle and a wink And his moment of glory expires