Reality versus our dreams.

[coloradodem2005]

Are Dreams the things that save us from ourselves and the banality that is everyday life? Why is it so important for us to dream, and how do we make them come true?

"Middletown Dreams"
The office door closed early
The hidden bottle came out
The salesman turned to close the blinds

A little slow now, a little stout
But he's still heading down those tracks
Any day now for sure
Another day as drab as today
Is more than a man can endure

Dreams flow across the heartland
Feeding on the fires
Dreams transport desires
Drive you when you're down -

Dreams transport the ones
Who need to get out of town

The boy walks with his best friend
Through the fields of early May
They walk awhile in silence
One close - one far away

But he'd be climbing on that bus
Just him and his guitar
To blaze across the heavens
Like a brilliant shooting star

The middle-aged madonna
Calls her neighbour on the phone
Day by day the seasons pass
And leave her life alone

But she'll go walking out that door
On some bright afternoon
To go and paint big cities
From a lonely attic room

It's understood
By every single person
Who'd be elsewhere if they could
So far so good
And life's not unpleasant
In their little neighbourhood

They dream in Middletown...

[Elidor]

1. I love that song, but it's a guilty pleasure

The only logical reply is:

Boy lies in the grass, one blade stuck between his teeth...

[coloradodem2005]

2. Rush should never be a guilty pleasure.