And it doesn't seem to mean anything
He hits snooze twice before he dies

One summer, a suicide

His hearts in a bowl behind the bank

In his kitchen, in your chair
And it doesn't seem to mean anything

It's just a dream he keeps having

And it doesn't seem to mean anything
To make his supper and eat it alone
It's just a dream
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold

His black shirt cries while his shoes get cold
It's just a dream he keeps having
It's just a dream he keeps having
And every evening when he gets home
Sometimes he forgets that you're even there

He feels lucky to have you here
And every evening when he gets home
It's just a dream he keeps having

To make his supper and eat it alone
It's just a dream he keeps having
And it doesn't seem to mean anything
Another autumn, a traveler's guide