He said I liked once they had us write our name on a piece of paper
Then throw the paper against the wind—
It blows back at you right He said They had us pick it back up
Turn around so you’re facing with the wind, and let it go—
It illustrated surrender, the invisible power that can ride
You along or push you back, all depending on the place you stand—
He said Me personally I think it was like waking up in a dream—
I could never have a real lucid dream, to where I could control it all
The control would always end up being part of the pattern—
He said And really no matter what people say you can’t control a dream—
You fall into the magical thinking that says if I created it I can command it—
I dreamt last night about a woman losing her balance
On a worn out plank in a boardwalk—I guess I made the boardwalk
For the dream, and the woman—but she was coming from someplace
Headed for another—the planks were worn out but from what history